June 20, 2006, was a lovely Tuesday summer evening. In Carroll Gardens, the strip of neighborhood restaurants along Smith Street buzzed pleasantly. At the tiny eatery Saul, a throwback group of middle-aged to elderly folks, many of them Italian-Americans, were raising their glasses to one of their favorite sons: a real-estate broker named Allan Gerovitz. Read More
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