my names george kovich. bet youve heard of me.
was in all the papers three years ago. im seventy-six, was only seventy- three then. had a business in buffalo, new york, called rats with wings. killed pigeons for anyone who wanted em killed.
no, maam. i was a housepainter, in the union forty-one years. im retired now, livin with my sister, ida. ida moved down here twenty-five years ago, married an oil man named smoltz, ed smoltz. hes dead now, so its just me and ida. i sold my house and moved down after the city of buffalo put me out of business. hell, rww was doin them a service, and they charged me with endangerin the public.
theyre useless pests. ive shot hundreds of em.
my neighbors hired me to get rid of the pigeons that gathered on their roofs and porches.
neighbors asked me how come the spotted bastards didnt light on my house or my brother earls anymore, and i told em the truth. i shot em.  earls gone now.
heart attack six months ago - had that cholesterol thick as shit.  his widow, mildred, she still lives in the house next to mine.
shes stone deaf but the racket the pigeons made drove earl crazy. he could hear em even with the tv on. he owned a bar thirty years, the boilermaker, on wyoming street. earls roof was a favorite spot for pigeons. they lit there day and night. i wanted to toss a grenade up there.
woman drivin down the street spotted me with on a roof with my rifle. she called the police and they came over and arrested me. thought i was a sniper! boys at the vfw loved that one. cops didnt understand about the pigeons, the damage they do to personal property. i used to complain to the city but they never lifted a finger. i was gonna put out poison, but i was afraid somebodys cat would eat it. hell, i had six cats myself. so i used the .22 because it didnt make much noise and the ammo was cheap.
guilty on a reduced charge. hundred dollar fine and ordered to desist. pigeons carry diseases and muss up the place. you seen it. plain filth.
its a serious situation. not like the turks and the armenians, maybe, or the arabs and the jews, but i want people to remember me and what ive done and pick up where i left off. somebody had to make a move. it was nice meetin you folks.