Some people have a gift for telling stories.
Jerry Rose is one of them. He's a funny mix of good old boy and legal sophisticate, with an easy manner, one that invites you to sit back and listen. In his office at City Hall a few days before he left town dozens of boxes were stacked in the waiting area, the only sign of his imminent departure. Several times he folded his hands behind his head and reared back in his chair. I imagined he spent at least part of his time at work with his feet on the desk, soles facing whoever sat in front of him.