The Real Jackie Flannery Wasn’t Fiction — He Was Worse – ht
April 25th, 1985, just after 11:00 in the morning, the corner of West 35th Street and 10th Avenue, in the shadow of the Javits Convention Center. Michael Holly was walking to work. Construction boots, lunch pail, a union card in his pocket. He never heard the car pull up behind him. He never…
