The going price of a vote in the thirties? $5. How did they know you voted their way? By sandpapering the voting-both curtain so they could see through it. Forget it, Jake, it’s Albany. Tales of political corruption from the author of Ironweed and more.
- PERSON: Dan O’Connell
- PLACE: Times Union Building
- THING: the political machine
- RANDY’S PLACE: a numbers parlor