Chapter 27
The Boss
“BOSS, LOTS OF s**t going on today. We’ve got to figure out who’s doing what.”
“There’s only one real boss and that’s ‘Boss’ Tweed,” John Sanderson responded to his longtime staffer, Billy Conklin. “But I do like the sound of that, and after all, I am the ward boss. I’m headed down to Tammany Hall to get the update on the draft bullshit later this morning, so I’ve only got a few minutes.”
“Yeah, we need to figure out how we can make this go away. Some of the Irish are starting to blame us for this Republican s**t. They say if we didn’t get them their citizenship so quickly, they would have never even been in the draft.”
“Damn off-the-boat Irish. Don’t they understand how much better we made things for them here in New York? Remember those signs—No Irish Need Apply?
