If most of my worldly possessions

didn't fit in the back seat of my car, maybe I would hire these people someday. There is apparently a rag-tag group of ex-cons in the city who work primarily as movers, but who will do almost any kind of work the law will allow.

When I read this story, I was seriously disappointed I didn't write it. It's hard to deal with missing an opportunity to interview a reformed bank robber and casually jot down "I used to boogie for the devil, now I boogie for the Lord. I still boogie, but I changed dance partners."