Mr. May was a successful lawyer with a part-time avocation of counseling troubled boys.  He was Perry Mason with a good measure of Father Flanagan.  He helped me, Tony Caruso, more than he ever knew.  I wasn't on a wayward bus, I was in a streetcar when there were no more streetcars.  To Desire or any place else.

     Mr. May also got me my first job.  I became a message runner and subpoena server for him.  Then with his encouragement, I took the civil service test and became the junior custodian for the Detroit Public Library's automotive collection.  Perfect for a kid who loves cars.

     Oh yes, Mr. May even took his second car out of storage and gave it to me.  A three-year-old Studebaker Silver Hawk.  I still have it.  I'm picking up Mr. May for lunch today.

     My treat.