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October 23, 2007


Mario Mandingo

I once sat next to John Gotti Jr. and his goombattas at a pizzeria in Howard Beach NY circa 1994. It wasn't a pretty site, especially all these over weight southern European men in work out suits slurping pasta and gulping pizza with garlic and with horrible table manners. I guess they never read Tiffany's Table Manners for Teenagers.

Mrs. P, I just love your stories!


The Mafia had their eye on my grandfather at one point and with a name like Vito he should have fit right in. But his father wished him to avoid that occupation at all costs and, besides, the mobster life presented no enticements to a man who already made bundles of money by means of extraordinary luck and card playing savvy. His sister claimed the Benjamin Franklins filled an entire drawer of his dresser and, in fact, financed the purchase of a spiffin car which unfortunately led police to suspect he worked with thugs after all. But virtue triumphed in the end, or maybe it was just his luck again, because everyone liked him, even the rejected Mafia employers and the frustrated crimebusters.

I love your stories too.

Old Dominion Tory

Mrs. Peperium should review the new film "American Gangster." It would be hilariously entertaining.

Mrs. Peperium

Thank you everyone. I've been a bit busy making Halloween costumes and whatnot so I haven't had a free mind to think and play...

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