I parked Mike’s car in the Monroe Street underground parking garage and made my way to LaSalle Street and the Union Hall. Standing in the lobby, I kept saying, “What the f**k am I doing here. There’s nothing for us here. These are all engineers.”
Pushing the door open, I was about to step outside when I heard my name. Turning, I saw Sal standing next to the receptionist’s desk. “Come on in,” he said. “Frank’s waiting to see you.”
He walked toward me, extending his hand, and grasping it, I asked, “How are you, Sal?”
“I’m fine,” he answered, leading me to Frank’s office. Once inside, as we approached, Frank stood up and moved around the desk, holding out his hand.
“Good to see you, Jesse!”
After shaking hands, he motioned me to a chair next to his desk. Returning to his, he asked, “What
