Secondhand Sunday

Sunday, January 3, 2010

I'm basically too lazy to think of anything new to say so I'm re-posting a "vintage" entry.

If you aren't in the mood for repeats, please feel free to change the channel.


Original Post Date, January 30, 2009

I grew up in Cleveland and I love the ethnic diversity. It's no secret that the city has an extensive organized crime history dating back to the early 1920's. My earliest recollection of this group called "The Mob" was in the late 70's during the mob wars when a relative of one of my sister's friends was blown to smithereens in the parking lot of a medical building in a quiet suburb after he came out of the dentist's office. Now if you're feeling sorry for him, don't.

He started out as a longshoreman on the Cleveland docks and rose to be a big player in the Cleveland mafia. He was personally responsible for a number of murders and his weapon of choice was a car bomb. He was once quoted as saying, "You live by the bomb, you die by the bomb". And that he did. At one point, there were so many bombs detonated in the city, that it was dubbed, Bomb City USA by media all across the country.

The bosses and their men all had colorful nicknames like "Peanuts", "Big Ange", "Lips" and "Butchie". I do remember going to school with a kid nicknamed Happy who drove a brand new Cadillac at 16 but I didn't ask questions.

I'm sure organized crime still exists to some degree today but it's not something I really think about much. My morning commute includes a stretch of road that leads you down a tall hill to a neighborhood known as "Little Italy".

The streets are lined with bakeries, restaurants, smoke shops, art galleries and a private Italian club. Hmmmm...I wonder who frequents the private Italian club? The sign on one bakery reads, "Leave the gun, take the cannoli."

The drive is so routine that I can do it with my eyes closed and I don't really pay much attention to anything on the way in.

A few days ago, though, slow traffic invited my gaze to wander to the sign at the top of the hill. Someone had spray painted it to read, "Traffic laws mob enforced."

Maybe it's just a reminder for when we forget. Capiche?


  1. It is a Queer world.
    if you ask me how queer it is i would start to stammer....

    In life we tend to see such and have to accept such.But in this case at least it has not effected you personally.

  2. I grow up in Cleveland to . It is the best pleace in the world isn t so?

  3. The important thing is that they haven't stormed down your house... or had you carrying a concealed side arm about, running from the po-po and answering to "strip" or "stripper".
    Interesting history.

  4. Mmmm cannoli ;)

    These are great for me because I missed them the first time round.

  5. @Zanil Hyder,
    Not much affect me personally.

    @That Gal Kiki,
    Thank you, me dear!

    You said it!

    Po-po is hands down the funniest cop name I have ever heard. 5-0 would be second.

    @Joel Momberg,
    Thanks, Joel!


    Glad you like 'em!


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