Don’t know why Howie has her fill in. It could be Entercom’s decision...and if it’s Jason Wolfe’s, well, Jason’s last day at the station/group of stations was yesterday so who knows if the new prog dir will change this policy...she may have good knowledge of things but that VOICE!
By Howie Carr, 8/16/13
Where’s the cash, Whitey?
How very thoughtful of you to want to “cooperate” in solving all the cold-case mob murders, even though in most of them we actually know who pulled the trigger, or at least set the murder in motion.
Any number of them need to be solved officially — I’m thinking Donald McGonagle, Louie Litif and Donald Killeen, just to name a few. But the real remaining Whitey mystery is, what exactly happened to all those “millions upon millions upon millions of dollars,” to quote Whitey lawyer Jay W. Carney, that he made in the rackets, mostly cocaine?
All the cops found in Whitey’s wall hide in Santa Monica was $822,000? Surely there’s more left than that, a lot more. How about all those gold coins he used to hoard, and the ancient coins that his co-conspirators were trying to get to him back in 1996?
Most of all, where are all those safety-deposit boxes that you opened around the world during your days as a globetrotter back in the 1980s and 1990s? They say that a person bagged for OUI has usually driven drunk at least 100 times before he gets pulled over. We’ve only discovered a handful of safety-deposit boxes, so how many more must be out there?
Let’s go down the list, besides the $822,000 cash squirreled away in Santa Monica. There was the empty bank box in Clearwater, Fla., that Jackie Bulger lied about and ended up going to prison for. There was the one in Montreal that he used to visit when his semi-son-in-law Knuckles Nilan played for the Canadiens. Then there was the box in Piccadilly Circus in London.
These are just the ones we know of. What … about … the … others? Attorney Tony Cardinale has a lien on the $822,000 on behalf of Stippo Rakes’ former wife Julie. He says if he gets that cash he’ll use his one-third share, $267,000, to conduct a forensic investigation of the people most likely to know the locations of that ill-gotten blood money, not that they care in the least. They’re Bulgers, after all.
Put Whitey on the bus. Just keep driving him around the country. He couldn’t stand the daily rides to and from Boston in the Ratmobile — how’s he going to like being driven aimlessly around the U.S. in a bus with the windows blacked-out, a foul-smelling toilet in the back and nothing to eat but stale wrapped-in-cellophane sandwiches (not nearly enough ruffage for an old man).
How much cash do you suppose Whitey has in those boxes we haven’t found? Ten million? Twenty? He wants to cooperate? Now’s your chance, Whitey.