CHAPTER SEVENThe Wayne Newton Fan Club was born on a slow news day. Sherman Goldstein, the area news reporter, discovered a secret place in the newspaper building to smoke m*******a after work or even during working hours. After deadline on a Friday night, he invited Jesse, Chuck, and Glen up onto a metal platform at the top of four flights of stairs.
It was a small room of sorts. Two sides were metal railings, a third side was a wall covered with pipes, and the fourth side was a wall with one window overlooking the vast machinery of the paper’s printing press.
Sherman was twenty-two with a spring in his step and an impish grin that made you want to laugh at anything he said. Jesse met him when he moved into the top floor of the carriage house at 1114 West Wayne Street. The young man had
