The old man wandered away from his retirement home, dropped dead on the beach and was picked up by the meat wagon and sent to the morgue.
The firing of a truck load of meat and two cases of assault enlived the strike of the meat wagon drivers yesterday.
He spent the next four hours in the back of the sweltering NYPD meat wagon as police rounded up other young men.
So they had to take me from there in an ambulance. . . . I remember my dad and uncle used to call them meat wagons.