Posted on 10/16/2008 9:05:23 AM PDT by prolifefirst
The (late) mother of a friend of mine was something of a fixture on the Chicago social scene in the 1960s and 70s. Along with her husband, they would hang out at the swanky restaurants and clubs, rubbing elbows with politicians, journalists, artists and gangsters. One restaurant in particular, RIccardo's, was where all of these elements would come together. And for the most part, she said, the gangsters were lovely guys--in public. She had no illusions about what they got up to in private. Her favorite was the old Chicago Outfit consigliere Murray "The Camel" Humphreys. Anyway, she said that Tony Spilotro was the only one of those guys she ever met who really scared her.
MONKKK you are genius I knew it I knew it
See I told You I saw Harry Reid in that movie
Not my mom, my friend’s mom, although I worked for her for a while. The great Murray the Camel story she told was that she was walking down MIchigan Avenue one day and saw Murray walking her way. As he approached she said, “Murray!,” but he just walked right by her like he didn’t know her. She was like “wtf?” A few days later she and her husband were at a restaurant and Humphreys came up to their table. “Jane, I’m sorry about the other day, but the FBI guys were tailing me and I didn’t want them to get on you, too.”
Atleast he was honest with her.
OH TOMKOWWWWW
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