When she was in high school, Diane Giacalone, dressed in her blue-and-gray- plai d uniform, used to stroll down 101st Avenue in Ozone Park, Queens, on her way to Our Lady of Wisdom Academy. Ozone Park, then as now, was a neighborhood of two-story row houses with small, well-tended yards, awnings over the windows and crucifixes above the doors. Most of its residents were Italian and middle class. She would pass mom-and-pop stores, funeral parlors, and butcher shops that displayed an array of Italian sausages in the window. On her right, she often glanced at an inconspicuous red brick building known,...
Two From the Neighborhood
The crossed paths of a dapper don and his dogged prosecutor
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