I went over the Crows and Nundagao with my Friend Tom, some time after our Junior year in college. My most salient memory is that Tom prepared a hot sausage sandwich on the hood of my car, and the juice later ate through the paint. The trip over the three peaks was fairly short.
"No matter how big a guy might be, Nicky would take him on. You beat Nicky with fists, he comes back with a bat. You beat him with a knife, he comes back with a gun. And you beat him with a gun, you better kill him, because he’ll keep coming back and back until one of you is dead."