Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 212

When I'd first come up to Monterey to see Russo, I was surprised at how well he'd aged. His hair was thinning a bit and had gone somewhat gray, but he was still the same imposing figure that made a man in Guadalajara that was twice his size cower like a whipped pup.

He greeted me with a hug, then launched right into business, showing me the letters he'd received, all made with words and letters cut out of a newspaper. That didn't really seem like Rivers' style, but a lot can happen to change a man in 17 years...