|The Boston taxi driver backed into the stationary fruit stall and within seconds he had a cop beside him. „Name?“ „Brendan O’Connor.“ „Same as mine. Where are you from?“ „County Cork.“ „Same as me……“ The policeman paused with his pen in the air. „Hold on a moment and I’ll come back and talk about the old county. I want to say something to this fella that ran into the back of your cab.“
