"Sixty, sixty, sixty percent Wizelnut. That's what the doctor thinks I'll get back to. I just hope it's worth it, for sixty, for sixty percent"
This was the conversation two nights before his knee replacement. A knee replacement he should have done back in '91 when a murderer escaped via jumping out the window of the floor of the 67 Detective Squad, not before throwing a typewriter at the knee of a young detective causing his knee to snap backwards with everything internal snapping back with it. I guess today he would be entitled to Mets tickets, but I don't take much issue with that, being a Yankee fan and all. He retired to the hardest job, being a hyper, Marine Corps, retired NYPD detective, turned stay-at-home dad of