Especially when he owns the ice cream parlor.
Liz Renay and Mickey Cohen in Los Angeles, 1958.
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Buddy McLean from the Winter Hill Gang once bought my father a beer at a bar in Somerville. So Dad went to Buddy's wake in '65 because he believed that someone who set up the house couldn't have been all bad.
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My mom tells this story of my grandpa Pavlick that no one believes when I tell them. I can't confirm it with grandpa because he was a heavy smoker and died because of this in 1971 - I was born in 1976.
Anyway, grandpa as a young man worked in a restaurant in Chicago. One day he was taking the garbage out when a man came running up the alley. The alley was basically a dead end. The man, seeing my grandpa threw his car keys at him and said, "Kid, I'd like you to have my car. Take the keys." Grandpa wouldn't touch them.
While the man kept asking my grandpa to take his keys, police came up and grabbed the guy, arresting him. Grandpa called out to them, "Officers, there's something here for you." With that he pointed at the keys at his feet.
The man the police arrested that day in front of my grandpa was Al Capone.
Like I said, people don't believe this story. I don't know why. It seems plausible. I'm sure Capone was picked up more then once before one of the arrests finally stuck. Maybe it's the thought of a poor man refusing a free car?
heck, those look nummy...i'm hungry!
Doesn't Liz look stunning? So cheery and soigne.
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