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Love is the only gold. Alfred Lord Tennyson 

Beat poetry evolved during the 1940s in both New York City and on the west coast, although San Francisco became the heart of the movement in the early 1950s. The end of World War II left poets like Allen Ginsberg, Gary Snyder, Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Gregory Corso questioning mainstream politics and culture. A Brief Guide to the Beat Poets | Academy of American Poets https://www.poets.org/poetsorg

                            Eight things you didn’t know about the Beat Generation.
by Brady Barrow

When many people think of The Beat Generation,  they think of the same four things: Jack Kerouac’s On the Road, Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl,” Neal Cassady and Lawrence Ferlighetti. The icons who passed the torch to the hippie movement in San Francisco have been honored in San Francisco's Beat Museum, founded by Jerry Cimino. He spoke in Big Sur at the Henry Miller Library about everything you need to know about the legendary poets, writers and artists. Here are 8 things, according to Cimino, you likely didn’t know about the Beat Generation.

1.    In the original scroll of On the Road, the first line addresses the death of the father of the main character, Jack. The line was changed to “I first met Dean not long after my wife and I split up” probably it was edgier and would attract more readers. “Dean” is Kerouac’s real-life friend Neal Cassady.

2.     The original Beat Museum was located in Monterey, spawned from Cimino's wife’s  bookstore.

3.     The term “beat” came about after World War II. Kerouac reconfigured  the definition from tired or exhausted, to beatific, meaning blissfully happy.

4.     The first edition of “Howl”was printed in England by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, a Big Sur resident, to avoid prosecution from the U.S. government. Later, he thought he might get arrested for "Howl" so he sent a pre-released copy to the ACLU (American Civil Liberties Union). The publicity surrounding the Howl obscenity trial gave the Beat Generation massive attention.

5.     Many argue that  poet Charles Bukowski is not a Beat. That was confirmed by Beat Generation expert Cimino: Bukowski was officially not a Beat and was loathe to be identified as such, but at the same time Cimino says he was “the most Beat guy you would want to know.”

6.     Jack Kerouac didn’t speak English until he was six. His native language was French; he was born in Lowell, Massachusetts to French-Canadian parents.  

7.     Jack Kerouac was a sexual partner with Allen Ginsberg when Kerouac was drunk. Cimino said Kerouac never wrote about it.

8.     Beat figure Neal Cassady partly inspired the character R.P. McMurphy from Ken Kesey’s One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, but questions surround that claim because the book was published before they met. Kesey reve
aled that the story is half true; he hadn’t met Neal when he wrote the book, but his McMurphy was inspired by Dean Moriarty in Kerouac’s On the Road.

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Harry Aleman, Chicago

Aleman Harry: Born Harry Peralt Aleman on January 19, 1939.  Died May 5 2010. Harry Aleman drew up an impressive early rap sheet.  In 1960 he was arrested for malicious mischief, in 1961, gambling, in 1962, possession of burglary tools assault and criminal damage. In 1965 he was arrested for aggravated assault. In 1966, grand theft auto and armed robbery. In 1968, criminal damage to property in 1969, aggravated kidnapping. In 1971, violating Federal Reserve Act and in 1975 keeper of gambling place
Aleman’s mother was Italian, his father a native of Durango, Mexico, who became, as Aleman put it "sort of a Mexican godfather" who was allegedly involved in narcotics trafficking. Aleman grew up in an apartment building at 917 S. Bishop Street in Chicago that was owned by his maternal grandmother and full of uncles, aunts and cousins.
"My father was hard on me, extremely hard," Aleman said "He beat me every day until I left home. He used his fist or a horsewhip. If I looked at him the wrong way, he beat me. My mother . . . would intervene and consequently got hit herself."
The beatings stopped from age 7 until age 11, when his father went to prison on a robbery conviction. While he was gone, the family was often poor but t got by.
  Aleman seemed to excel in high school. He was a halfback on the football team, a member of the physics club and took up boxing, where he earned his nickname The Hook.  He graduated in 1955, rare for a hoodlum of that generation, and enrolled in the Chicago Academy of Fine Arts and graduated in 1958 with a commercial art diploma. Afterwards he hustled race track tout sheets and working at the produce markets on the Near West Side. "I sold produce. I sold drawings," Aleman said. "I hustled in general."
  In 1962 Aleman, his brother Freddie and two other men were arrested in the beating of Howard Pierson, the 23-year-old son of the commander of the Chicago police robbery section. Police said the four were in a bar on North State Street when Aleman pushed a woman through a plate glass window. Pierson said he chased Aleman and the others out, then flagged down a police car. Police were questioning Aleman and the others when Pierson caught up with them. Without warning, Aleman attacked Pierson, breaking his jaw. For that incident, Aleman received two years' probation.
   Joe Ferriola, a rising power in the mob, had married a sister of Aleman's mother. He took the young Aleman under his wing and as Ferriola continued to rise in the mob, so did Aleman. He joined up with the so-called Taylor Street crew with Butch Petrocelli, Louis Almeida, Leonard Foresta and James Inendino. The group made their headquarters the Survivor's Social and Athletic Club, on Taylor Street. In the 1970s, about the time that Joe Ferriola became the Outfits underboss, he and Aleman started to reorganize sports betting operations, and force independent bookmakers to pay tribute for the right to operate. Aleman said Ferriola had instructed them "to organize Chicago the way it was back in the '30s and '40s.” As an added source of income, Aleman and the others started to commit home invasions and burglaries. Each hood was paid $500 for his work and the proceeds were turned over to Aleman
   In 1964, he married, in a civil ceremony, Ruth Felper Mustari, a widow with four children. Ruth's first husband, Frank Mustari, had been a mobster as well. He was killed in 1957 in an attempted robbery of a tavern. Ruth was the ultimate mob wife. She stood by her husband’s story that he was a commercial artist and that, in true mob tradition, the family was dead broke most of the time. In 1976 after Aleman was indicted for the murder of Billy Logan, Ruth came to the Cook County Jail with a suitcase containing $250,000 to bail him out, not realizing that she needed only $25,000.
   The couple had no biological children, but Aleman focused instead on being a real father to Ruth’s children "I raised them," Aleman said. "I consider them my own. I couldn't be any closer if they were my own blood. I love my kids. I love my wife. I have six grandkids--this gives me hope."
  "He was wonderful to my children," Ruth Aleman recalled. "He took the kids to Kiddieland, to dinner, on picnics, camping. He always had time for the kids.
Ruth died in 2002.
  Although he was slightly built, -5 feet 8 inches tall and 145 pounds, Aleman became so feared in underworld circles in the 1970s that small time hoodlums trying to collect gambling debts simply invoked his name to collect. Two Chicago loan sharks were convicted of extortion and sent to prison in 1978 for collecting a $6,500 debt from a South Side tavern owner by saying that Aleman would come after him if he didn't pay. Prosecutors said it was a ruse and Aleman was not involved in any way. However,
authorities publicly linked Aleman to at least four murders, although he was formally charged with only one of them and was acquitted on that charge. He was suspected, probably not correctly, in the murder of Richard Cain, a made member of the mob who
infiltrated the Chicago police before being exposed in 1964. Cain, a protégé of the late mob boss Sam Giancana, was slain by masked gunmen in Rose's Sandwich Shop in Chicago in 1973. Aleman was also a suspect in the slaying of Orion Williams, 39, a meat thief whose bullet-riddled body was found stuffed in a car trunk in 1974.
According to the Chicago Crime Commission, Aleman was involved in the following deaths;

Oct. 19, 1971: Samuel  Cesario, AKA Sambo, clubbed and shot to death by two masked men as he sat with his wife in lawn chairs in front of 1071 W. Polk St in Chicago
Cesario was Aleman’s uncle. Butch Petrocelli was said to assist in the killing. Police suspect that Cesario had secretly married the girlfriend of Felix "Milwaukee Phil" Alderisio after he was sent to prison.

Sept. 27, 1972: William Logan, 37, a Teamsters union shop steward and ex-husband of Aleman's cousin, shot to death with a shotgun in front of his home at 5916 W. Walton St.

Dec. 20, 1973: Richard Cain, 49, a top aide to then-high-ranking organized-crime boss Sam "Momo" Giancana, shot gunned at point-blank range by two masked men in Rose's Sandwich Shop, 1117 W. Grand Ave.

Feb. 24, 1974: Socrates "Sam" Rantis, 43, a counterfeiter, found with his throat slashed and with puncture wounds in his chest in the trunk of his wife's car at O'Hare airport.

April 21, 1974: William Simone, 29, a counterfeiter, found in the back seat of his car near
2446 S. Kedvale Ave., with his hands and feet bound and a gunshot wound in the head.

Sept. 28, 1974: Robert Harder, 39, a jewel thief and burglar who had become an informant, found shot in the face in a bean field near Dwight, Ill. He once escaped an assassination attempt by Aleman and a partner, James Inendino.

Jan. 16, 1975: Carlo Divivo, 46, a mob enforcer, cut down by two masked men who opened fire with a shotgun and a pistol as he walked out of his home at 3631 N. Nora Ave.

May 12, 1975: Ronald Magliano, 43, an underworld fence, found blindfolded and shot behind the left ear in his burning home at 6232 S. Kilpatrick Ave.

June 19, 1975: Christopher Cardi, 43, a former police officer who made high-interest loans to gamblers, shot eight times in the back and once in the face by two masked men as his wife and children looked on inside Jim's Beef Stand in Melrose Park.

Aug. 28, 1975: Frank Goulakos, 47, a federal informant, shot six times by a masked man who stepped out of a car as Goulakos walked to his car near DiLeo's Restaurant, 5700 N. Central Ave., where he was a cook.

Aug. 30, 1975: Nick "Keggie" Galanos, 48, a bookmaker, found shot nine times in the head in the basement of his home at 6801 W. Wabansia Ave.

Oct. 31, 1975: Anthony Reitinger, 34, a bookmaker, shot to death in Mama Luna's restaurant, 4846 W. Fullerton Ave., by two masked men.

Jan. 31, 1976: Louis DeBartolo, 29, a gambler deeply in debt, found shot in the head and with his neck punctured four times with a broken mop handle in the rear of the store where he worked at 5945 W. North Ave.

May 1, 1976: James Erwin, 28, an ex-convict who was suspected in the murders of two other reputed mobsters, cut down by two masked men with a shotgun and a .45 caliber pistol. He was shot 13 times as he stepped out of his car at 1873 N. Halsted St.

July 22, 1976: David Bonadonna, 61, a Kansas City, Mo., businessman, fatally shot and found in his car trunk there. His murder was one of several unsolved mob-related slayings that year in an apparent mob attempt to infiltrate nightclubs featuring go-go girls.

March 29, 1977: Chuckie Nicoletti, one of Sam Giancana’s favorite men, he was shot three times in the back of the head while sitting in his car parked at Golden Horns Restaurant, 409 E. North Ave., Northlake Illinois.

June 15, 1977: Joseph Frank Theo, a burglar involved in stolen auto parts, found with two shotgun wounds to the head in the back seat of a car parked at 1700 N. Cleveland Avenue in Chicago

   Lou Almeida was a small time thug who went to prison for robbery and was released in 1970. Aleman gave him a $2,500 loan and hired Almeida on as his driver. “He told me, `Come around, don't get lost,' “Almeida said. “He was looking for armed robberies and burglaries and was trying to get people to go on them. He was also bragging that he wanted to be a hit man. I guess he had to announce to everybody that he was starting to kill people for money or kill people who didn't listen to him."
  Almeida, a Fifth grade dropout who had served time for armed robbery, grand theft, burglary, and bond jumping, recalled “We (He and Aleman) grew up together near Taylor Street and Racine. He used to hang around on Bishop Street and I used to see him and talk to him," Almeida recalled. "Everybody looked up to him because his family was supposed to be in the Mafia. We hung around in the pool hall, in the park. He liked to bet on the horses and I think he was bookmaking, too. He always had money . . . nice clothes. We called him `The Sheik' because he dressed nice. He said he had it rough at home, that his father beat him, handcuffed him to a radiator. I don't know how much of it was true"
When asked if he thought Aleman really killed twenty people, Almeida replied "I don't know. He liked to kill things. But sometimes, the police, if they didn't know who did a hit, I think they would just put it on Harry." When asked what type of cars Aleman drove as a teenager he replied “I don't know--you mean legit cars? I don't know, everybody drove stolen cars."
   He recalled how Aleman met his wife, Ruth, whom he married in 1964 "She worked in this club on State Street. We used to go there quite a bit. Everybody loved Ruth, she was beautiful. Harry broke off an engagement to an Italian girl from the suburbs to marry Ruth and he was thrown out of the house because she was a cocktail waitress.  It was a terrible argument. His father wanted him to go to college, to marry this other girl. Harry didn't want to."
   He said that Aleman was a strict father to his adapted children Ruth's four children by a previous marriage, Almeida said. "One of his sons, he wanted me to beat up one time. The kid was getting drunk and staying out late and Harry didn't want to beat him up because Ruth would feel hurt. So I gave him a couple of light taps on the head with a rope. I was going to scare him, tell him I was going to tie him up with a rope and throw him in the trunk."
  He said that he broke away from Aleman in 1974 after escaping what he believed was an attempted murder by Aleman and Inendino.   In 1972, when, standing outside Aleman's Melrose Park home, Aleman told him he had just talked by phone with two of his robbery crew members and learned they had kidnapped a Hillside Policeman named  Anthony Raymond, taken him to Wisconsin and tortured him to death.  “I said, `What are you telling me this for? I don't want to hear it. I don't want to be involved. That was one of my bigger mistakes. Harry didn't like that. He just looked at me. I thought he was going to have me hit." Two years later in 1974, Almeida said he was sitting in the front seat of a car next to gangster Jimmy Inendino. Aleman was in the back seat. "Harry put a gun to my head," Almeida said. "I looked back and he put the gun down. He and Inendino started arguing and then it seemed Harry sort of forgot about it. The person we were there to shoot didn't show up. I never really trusted him after that. Another time, right after that, we were in an alley and Harry got out of the back and got a shotgun out of another car. He told me to look straight ahead," Almeida recalled. "All I could see was windows with white shades drawn down. I really believed he was going to try to hit me. I left and I went my own way." 
   In 1975, Almeida was arrested in Ohio on route to a murder “Some guy” in Pittsburgh. (“I used to get my ammunition from Harry. He said once “He used to make his own ammunition in the garage of his house.") State police stopped his car on suspicion and found a loaded pistol with a silencer. He was sentenced to ten years in prison where he attempted suicide.  He began cooperating with the government shortly afterwards, cutting a deal for early release and entry into the witness protection program.
   According to Almeida, teamster’s steward Billy Logan refused to cooperate with the mobs plans to steal cargo from his trucks. However, authorities believe that Logan was killed while involved in a bitter custody battle with his ex-wife, Phyllis, who testified that she was Aleman's second cousin and that after divorcing Logan, she had had an affair with Petrocelli. Logan had a fist fight with Petrocelli, made threats about making Petrocelli miserable. When his wife warned him to stay away or she would ask Aleman, her second cousin, for help, Logan was said to have replied  “Fuck that guinea," A few nights later on September 27, 1972, Almeida drove Aleman to Logan's home and waited.  Almeida said that in August of 1972, he and Aleman discussed plan a to kill Logan and that Aleman gave him two license plate numbers and Logan's home and work addresses, writing "Death to Billy" on the same piece of paper. Almeida then trailed Logan to learn his habits and schedule.
   Billy Logan, then 37 years old, had grown up on Chicago's Near West Side, an area known as "Little Italy." He lived on the second floor at 5916 W. Walton St. with his sister, Betty, who was divorced. His sister, Joanna, and her children, lived on the first floor. Logan, part time cab driver, awoke for his night shift at Interstate trucking, dressed and stopped to say good night to Betty. He also stopped on the first floor to talk with Joanna. Logan's nephew William Dietrich was on the front porch and watched his uncle walk across the street to his parked car and then heard a voice say, "Hey, Bill, come here." Almost simultaneously, three gunshots rang out: two from a shotgun, a third from a pistol. He heard his uncle yell out "Oh, my God," Logan’s sister Betty raced out the street where he lay dying. "He was still alive. He mumbled something. His keys fell. I held his head. I said, 'I'm not getting up. I don't want his head on the ground.' It was like in the movies."
"This killing was personal, not business” she said years later "When you come from the old neighborhood, people tell you things."[Aleman] didn't get an OK to kill my brother. We found out."
   Eleven days before the murder, on Sept. 16, 1972, Aleman directed Almeida and another hood to burglarize a home in suburban Oak Lawn where Aleman believed $40,000 in cash was kept in the basement. But after tying up a woman in the home and terrorizing her baby, Almeida and Foresta left with only $1,800 and some jewelry.
  Almeida said that had driven mob killer Harry Aleman to Logan's home. Logan’s crime was that he refused to allow the mob to steal truck cargos driven by his drivers. 
"I pulled up so the back door was where he was," said Almeida. "He was stepping off the curb. Harry seen Billy Logan coming out of his house. "Harry told me to start up the car, and I pulled the car to the car Logan was getting into . . . so Harry could get a clear shot at him.
  Then Harry called to him."
"What did he say?" asked an assistant Cook County state's attorney.
"Hey, Billy," Almeida replied. "Billy walked up the curb between the two cars. That's when Harry shot him. Billy flew back and was crawling to some bushes,"
 Almeida heard the shotgun blast and Logan cry out, "Oh, my God!" There was another shot, said Almeida, then Aleman got out and fired a third time. When Aleman got back into car, Almeida testified, he said, Drive slow. He's gone."
    The government had another witness in the case, a young man named Bobby Lowe who was walking his dog just at the moment that Logan was gunned down. Lowe did not want to be a witness in the case. Right after he saw the shooting, he says, his father told him it was possibly a Syndicate killing and "to shut up and get inside" the house. When the police interviewed him that night, Lowe never volunteered that he saw the murderer. But Lowe kept worrying about what he knew and felt that he had a responsibility to speak up. "I didn't feel it was safe for my kids on the street. Did you ever watch a horror movie? You'd be sleeping, and then parts of that movie would come back and scare you? Well, this was the same way. I'd be trying to sleep, and I would see that face. I was always looking behind me, looking for a car to pull up alongside me."
   Three months after the murder, Lowe went to the police and, after examining photos, picked out Harry Aleman, although he had no idea who Aleman was or that he was suspected in taking part in at least twenty mob murders, maybe more. But no case was brought against Aleman.  The police however, later said that Lowe was lying. He hadn’t come into headquarters and no one showed him photos. They later changed the story and said that they had lost Lowe’s identification.
   After Almeida’s statement was made, Assistant State's Attorney Nicholas Lavarone
found Bobby Lowe and got him to cooperate on the case. But, understandably, when Lowe found out who Aleman was, he backed out. His family, his wife, mother and father, urged him to stay away from the case. However, his brother, who had been shot in a gas station holdup and later was helped by a witness who agreed to testify for him, told him "think for yourself, be your own man." Lowe agreed to be a prosecution witness.
    He was forced to leave his job as a gas station manager and give up his apartment. The family was put under 24 hour guard. He was given a $250.00 a month allowance by the state and the strain began to show and his marriage started to come apart and he lost weight and couldn’t sleep. 
  With great fanfare, then-Cook County State's Atty. Bernard Carey announced the indictment of Aleman in the fall of 1976. The case came to trial in May 1977 before Cook County Circuit Judge Frank Wilson.
   On the witness stand Lowe testified "Me and that man (Aleman) just stared at each other." They were perhaps four feet apart. Remarkably, the judge in the case, who was paid $10,000 by the mob to throw the case, noted the discrepancies between police records and what Lowe said in court and declared that "The fact Lowe lied on the witness stand must cast a pallor over the testimony of this witness." He then pronounced Aleman not guilty.  The prosecutor, Nick Iavarone, said ''It was incredibly frustrating. I convicted people on half the evidence that we had for this case.''
   The state of Illinois gave Lowe and his family new identities and moved them to another undisclosed location. When asked if he was sorry for what he did Lowe said
"No. If there would be a new trial, I would testify again. I stood up for what I believe."
  Lowe drifted into substance abuse and petty crime, which resulted in two years in prison. He eventually overcame his addiction and reunited with his wife and children.
   The police said that several days after he was acquitted Aleman took part in the murder of Joseph Theo, a burglar involved in the stolen auto parts business.
   In March of 1989Aleman was paroled after serving nearly 11 years of a 30-year sentence for the home invasions. Boss Joe Ferriola, his uncle, would leave Aleman $100,000 in his will shortly after Aleman's release from federal prison. He moved in with family members in Oak Brook. He began working for his son-in-law's concrete cutting business, Accurate Coring Company, 825 Seegers Rd., Des Plaines, as the personnel manager and would later describe the next nine months as "the best time of my life."  "We were whole again,” his wife Ruth said. "We cooked together, shared meals--years ago, Harry taught me how to cook, how to make the gravy for the meatballs."
  Aleman wasn’t free for long. In 1990, Aleman Ernest Rocco Infelice and 18, essentially the Ferriola street Crew,  others were charged with using bribery, beatings and murder to run and protect the Outfit's multimillion dollar gambling, extortion and juice loan operations. The primary witness against them was one time mob gambler Bill Jahoda. The charges against Aleman involved extorting money from two bookmakers whose betting operations competed with the Ferriola-Infelice family. Aleman pleaded guilty in return for the negotiated sentence. Given time already spent in custody, Aleman was sentenced to 8 years in prison.   Aleman, an accomplished artist, asked the judge to send him to the federal prison near Oxford, Wisconsin, so he could pursue his painting hobby. The judge agreed. Aleman said that he had been in Oxford before and enjoyed the "artwork" there and that as prison painting programs go, he said, Oxford's ranks among the best for landscape and still life.
   In 1997, Aleman was tried a second time for the Logan murder a judge ruled that
the rule of double jeopardy didn’t apply in Aleman’s case since the first trial was fixed by a $10,000 bribe to the presiding judge in that trial. It was the first time ever in U.S. history that a citizen acquitted of murder would go on trial for the same murder a second time.
   Right after he was indicted, a guard at Oxford prison watched Aleman meeting with two men, whom he couldn’t identify. He Aleman pass notes to the pair and say, "The two will be taken care of if this goes to trial, one after the other." The government suspected that Aleman could have been referring to witnesses poised to testify against him. The notes were destroyed before guards could seize them.
   One day into the trial, it was also declared a mistrial when a juror, described only as a
suburban woman who works as a flight attendant and nurse, called the prosecutor and said she feared for her life and would like to be excused from the court.
"Well, to be honest, I was just worried about this case and where it's going and what could happen to me as well as, you know, family members," the woman told the prosecutor "I just wanted to know if there was anything that I could do to take myself out of it. When they (say) there are many witnesses who are not here to be able to testify these days," she said. "I mean, I don't know if that's all because of natural causes."
Just basically, you know . . . `I hope we're around after this. We'll exchange Christmas cards and hopefully we are all around at Christmastime.' Just things like that. We just kind of lightheartedly, you know, talked about it."   The juror was dismissed.
   Aleman’s lawyers cleverly muddied the waters by suggesting that noted mob killer William "Butch" Petrocelli had actually gunned down William Logan in 1972.
To solidify the point, the defense called Phyllis Napoles, Logan's ex-wife, who told the jury that six months before he was murdered, Logan was involved in a fist fight with Petrocelli during which Petrocelli threatened to kill Logan.
   Petrocelli, a longtime friend of Aleman's, couldn’t argue the point. He disappeared on December 30, 1980. His body was found in March of 1981 in the trunk of his car parked on a Southwest Side street. The reasons given for Petrocelli’s killing vary. Some in law enforcement believed he was murdered for stealing mob money, some suspect he was trying to take over gambling operations that belonged to someone else, and still others suspect Aleman ordered his death for reasons unknown.
   Logan’s wife (They were estranged at the time he was killed) said that in March of 1972, six months before Logan was killed, that Petrocelli came to her home to pay his respects because her mother had died several weeks earlier.
  "It was a very sad marriage," said Napoles "He (Logan) drank a lot. He was abusive to me and the children."
    After divorcing Logan in 1967, she said she became “intimate” with Petrocelli and that
Petrocelli asked her to marry him, although he was still married himself.
 "I had a great deal of respect for his dark side” She said about Petrocelli He had a very violent nature in him."
   While they were drinking coffee, Logan arrived and when he was refused entrance, Logan became abusive and attempted to kick the door in, Napoles said. "He had been drinking heavily and he started to kick in the door," she recalled. "Butchie (Petrocelli) asked him to leave and they went to the alley. They struck each other physically and there was a lot of profanity."
   Under cross-examination, she conceded that she did not see what went on in the alley, but added, "You could hear them. They were fighting. . . . They threatened to kill each other." And later added "I had a great deal of fear for Mr. Petrocelli. That's why I didn't marry him." She was stunned however, when the prosecution presented her with the fact that one of her daughters (by her third marriage) had visited Aleman in prison to which she replied   "We were as close as cousins could be."
  Aleman’s lawyers complained that much of the evidence from the 1977 trial was missing including the defense trial file; shotgun wadding and pellets recovered from Billy Logan's body were gone, as was Logan's bloodstained clothing; diagrams and photo displays used in the first trial were also gone. Worst yet, many of those who could have provided testimony beneficial to Aleman were dead.
  The judge had barred any references to organized crime and as a result, Aleman background as a noted Mafia killer suspected in 15 to twenty mob murders, was unknown by the jury, as was Petrocelli’s. Nor were they allowed to learn that Petrocelli died because his face had been burned beyond recognition and he had been stabbed twice in the throat. His death, however, was caused by suffocation due to tape covering his nose and mouth, authorities said at the time.
     Robert Cooley, a former lawyer who represented mob figures and later became a federal informant, testified he delivered the $10,000 bribe to Judge Wilson at the mobs request, although he was forbidden by the court to use the word mob, he instead said that he paid on bribe on behalf of  “Officials in the 1st Ward.”
   Cooley said he delivered the bribe to Wilson on orders from the mob who told him that they could arrange to get Aleman's case sent to Wilson if Cooley could arrange the payoff. It was odd because in 1977 Wilson had a reputation as a "hard-nosed, state-oriented judge who had no empathy" for criminals.
  How Wilson got the case is a mystery. It was originally assigned to a Judge James Bailey, but Aleman’s lawyers filed a motion for substitution of judge, naming Bailey and Wilson as unacceptable because they were allegedly biased. The case was then reassigned to a judge named Fred G. Suria Jr, but the lawyers also objected to Suria contending he was biased, too, but the motion was filed beyond the deadline.
Suria recused himself because the motion contained information that could have been the basis for a reversal had he continued to hear the case. Suria then called Chief Judge Richard Fitzgerald office to get the case reassigned and was told the new judge would be Wilson even though Wilson had already been named by Aleman's lawyers as unfair.
However, by that time, Aleman’s lawyers didn’t object and Wilson was left with the case.
Wilson committed suicide in 1990.
   According to Cooley and later, Aleman’s cellmate, a former Cook County Judge named
Thomas Maloney was involved in the payoff as well. At the time, Maloney was a lawyer.
He said that working on behalf of Boss Joe Ferriola, Maloney reached out to Pat Marcy and told Marcy to contact Wilson about throwing the case, since it was weak anyway. 
“He’s a good friend,' “Cooley quoted Aleman as saying of Maloney.” `I've been with him for a long time. You can trust him. "
   Monty Katz, Aleman's cellmate at a federal prison in Wisconsin claimed Aleman told him the same thing. Katz also said that Aleman bragged that (Butch) "Petrocelli was (Aleman's) lifelong friend who he had flattened--he meant killed" because he feared Petrocelli was going to become a government witness against him. Katz, a narcotics dealer whose father was gambler David Zatz, a bookmaker who was murdered by Lenny Patrick in 952, was a lifelong criminal with 15 conviction behind him.
   Cooley said he approached Wilson at Greco's, a restaurant Cooley co-owned in Evergreen Park, while the judge was drinking, just in case he reacted angrily to the proposed fix. Cooley said he figured that if Wilson beefed publicly, "nobody would believe him." It was generally agreed that Wilson as an alcoholic. Wilson wasn't offended, Cooley said.
  Cooley recalled "Who would question a judge like that if the facts were relatively weak and he found him not guilty?  I told him (Wilson) `It doesn't look like a strong case. It's a real weak case. These are very dangerous people we're dealing with. . . . You can't take it and change your mind. You have a problem and I'll have a very serious problem,' He indicated OK, he would take the case."
   When Cooley raised the issue again with Wilson, the judge said he didn't think the case could be assigned to him because of the defense lawyer's opposition, Cooley testified. But Cooley assured he could have it transferred to his court.
A couple of days later, Cooley said Wilson agreed to fix the case as the two met in a bathroom at Greco's. Cooley said he gave Wilson a $2,500 "down payment" in an attempt to keep the judge from backing out. Cooley said he didn't know how the case was transferred to Wilson, but that Pat Marcy, a corrupt politician, had told him he would take care of the reassignment.
  Cooley recalled meeting Wilson in the bathroom of a restaurant after Wilson had acquitted Aleman. "I gave him the money," Cooley said. "The seventy-five hundred. He was a broken man. He said, `That's all I'm going to get?'  I started to tell him -- he turned his back on me -- that I would give him more. He said, `You destroyed me. You've killed me,' and he walked out. I knew what had happened to me and to the judge."
"What was that?" the prosecutor asked.
"We had been used," Cooley replied. "I destroyed him."
On February 5, 1990, Wilson, retired to Arizona, walked into his back yard with a pistol and fired a fatal shot into his head.
  Bobby Lowe testified again. He said that he saw a car with its engine idling, then a shotgun protrude from a back-seat window. He heard gunfire. He saw Logan fall and then a man open the car door carrying a pistol and fire the killing round. Lowe said he and the killer stared at each other for a fleeting 4 seconds, and then he ran back to his house.
On October 1, 1997, twenty years after his acquittal in the same case, Aleman was found guilty of murdering William Logan. He was found guilty and given 100-300 years in jail.
   In December of 2005, Aleman was up for parole and insisted that he didn’t kill Billy Logan, but that Logan’s killer was his former business partner,  William "Butch" Petrocelli because Petrocelli, who was involved with Logan’s ex-wife, said that Logan "used to knock Phyllis around and give her black eyes all the time."
  Aleman believes that Petrocelli was in trouble with the government and that a relative in law enforcement persuaded him to flip. And then the government didn't want to admit Petrocelli was the Logan killer.
  Aleman also denied he was part of the Mafia or organized crime, and insisted he was set up by government "stool pigeons". When asked if he had read mob lawyer Robert Cooley’s book on his life in crime, Aleman spat out "Bob Cooley, the stool pigeon guy?"
"He's the lawyer who allegedly carried the $10,000 to Frank Wilson, the judge," replied board member David Frier. "Oh, now I know who you mean, yeah. No, I never read his book. He's a rat. He's going to say anything they want him to say, sir. C'mon. A rat, that's what they do. Give him a script, and he reads it."
    Aleman also said of his 100- to 300-year prison term "Serial killers get that. I caused no problems for anybody, and I'm no threat to anybody. And 27 years is a long period,"
Scott Cassidy, the Cook County prosecutor who helped put Aleman behind bars, urged the board not to show any leniency toward Aleman who snapped at Cassidy "Look at me and say that. I got 27 years in prison, almost half of my life,"
"Harry” continued Cassidy “should be denied parole because the fact he escaped justice for so many years, and he lived the best part of his life while Billy Logan was dead,"


Gratulate (GRACH-uh-layt)  1. To congratulate.2. To express joy at the sight of something or someone. From Latin gratulari (to congratulate), from con- (with) + gratulari (to show joy), from gratus (pleasing). 

Jaculate (JAK-yuh-layt)  To emit or hurl. From Latin jaculare (to dart), from jaculum (dart, javelin), from jacere (to throw). Earliest documented use: 1623.


Ranuccio Farnese was only 12 years old when Titian painted his portrait. The boy had been sent to Venice by his grandfather, Pope Paul III, to become Prior of an important property belonging to the Knights of Malta. As a member of the powerful and aristocratic Farnese family, Ranuccio went on to an illustrious ecclesiastical career.
How does Titian portray the #Youth of Ranuccio? What do you see that tells you he is just a boy? Adult responsibility came to Ranuccio when still a child, as Titian so brilliantly conveyed through the cloak of office, too large and heavy, sliding off the youth's small shoulders. The boy in the role of the man is what gives this characterization such poignancy.
Titian, “Ranuccio Farnese,” 1542, oil on canvas, National Gallery of Art, Washington, Samuel H. Kress Collection, 1952.2.11


By Howard Moss

Someday I'll wake and hardly think of you,
You'll be some abstract deity, a myth --
Say Daphne, if you knew her as a tree.
Don't think I won't be grateful. I will be.
We'd shuck oysters, cool them off with lime,
Spice them with Tabasco, and then scoop them up,
Who thought we were in Paradise. We were not.
Three couples and three singles shared that house
For two weeks in September. Wellfleet stayed
Remarkable that fall. And so did we.
Confessions, confidences kept us up
Half the night; the dawn birds found us still
Dead tired, clenched on the emotional,
Which led to two divorces later on,
Recriminations, torn-up loyalties,
The dreariness of things gone wrong for good.
Yet who could forget those wet, bucolic rides,
Drunk dances on the beach, the bonfires,
The sandy lobsters not quite fit to eat?
Well, there were other falls to come as bad,
But I still see us on a screened-in porch,
Dumbly determined to discover when
The tide turned and the bay sank back in mud.
We'd watch carefully, hour after hour,
But somehow never could decide just when
The miracle occured. Someone would run
Into the marshes yelling, "Where's the shore?"
We hardly see each other anymore.

AND HERE'S SOME ANIMALS FOR YOU................... 

We need to do this in every state

Tennessee Becomes the First State Ever To Create Animal Abuse Registry

Good news, animal lovers! By January of next year, Tennessee will be the first ever state in the nation to launch a statewide registry for convicted animal abusers! The registry can be seen by the public and can be viewed online.
It was May of this year when the Tennessee Animal Abuser Registration Act was officially passed. So those who are convicted of any animal abuse will have his/her name and photo recorded and posted for the public to see.
Representative Darren Jernigan says, “If you’re gonna pull a dog behind a truck, if you’re gonna burn a cat, if you’re gonna commit severe animal cruelty, then there needs to be some consequences to your actions.”

Feelings, whether of compassion or irritation, should be welcomed, recognized, and treated on an absolutely equal basis; because both are ourselves. The tangerine I am eating is me. The mustard greens I am planting are me. I plant with all my heart and mind. I clean this teapot with the kind of attention I would have were I giving the baby Buddha or Jesus a bath. Nothing should be treated more carefully than anything else. In mindfulness, compassion, irritation, mustard green plant, and teapot are all sacred.

The majority of us lead quiet, unheralded lives as we pass through this world. There will most likely be no ticker-tape parades for us, no monuments created in our honor. But that does not lessen our possible impact, for there are scores of people waiting for someone just like us to come along; people who will appreciate our compassion, our unique talents. Someone who will live a happier life merely because we took the time to share what we had to give. Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have a potential to turn a life around. It’s overwhelming to consider the continuous opportunities there are to make our love felt. Leo Buscaglia

GREAT WRITING......................

He saw her before he saw anything else in the room. F. Scott Fitzgerald

        Sculpture this and Sculpture that

sculptor Sally Ryan photo by Yousuf Karsh

Sarah Tack "Sally" Ryan (1916–1968) was an artist and sculptor best known for portrait style pieces and her association with the Garman Ryan Collection. Sally Ryan was born in 1916, and was the granddaughter of Thomas Fortune Ryan, a successful Irish-American entrepreneur. Fortune Ryan had commissioned a portrait bust of himself by Rodin, now in the Tate collection in London.
Ryan's artistic career began in Canada in 1933, where she exhibited her first sculpture at the Royal Canadian Academy of Arts in Toronto. The following year she went on to study with the sculptor Jean Camus in Paris, where she achieved an 'honorable mention' at the annual Salon. She exhibited work at The Royal Academy of Arts in London in 1935. Ryan was an associate of poet Ralph Gustafson and sculptor Jacob Epstein. She was highly influenced by the latter's style.
Along with other members of her family Sally Ryan received a large inheritance from her grandfather; much of her personal wealth was used to collect art works with her friend Kathleen Garman.
A number of her works are in the public collection of The New Art Gallery Walsall.
Ryan died of cancer of the throat in 1968. She bequeathed her art collection to Kathleen Garman and $50,000.

It is easy in the world to live after the world’s opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude. Ralph Waldo Emerson 

THE ART OF WAR............

 PEN American Center

Liu Xiaobo

"Free expression is the base of human rights, the root of human nature and the mother of truth. To kill free speech is to insult human rights, to stifle human nature and to suppress truth."  

"I hope that I will be the last victim in China's long record of treating words as crimes."

"The major wars that the U.S. became involved in are all ethically defensible."

"I have viewed the West as if it were not only the salvation of China but also the natural and ultimate destination of all humanity."

"The free world led by the U.S. fought almost all regimes that trampled on human rights."

"The Internet is truly God's gift to the Chinese people."

"In China the underworld and officialdom have interpenetrated and become one. Criminal elements have become officialized as officials have become criminalized."

"Freedom of expression is the foundation of human rights, the source of humanity, and the mother of truth.” - Liu Xiaobo, arrested on this day in China. Today marks the seventh anniversary of his arrest for writing seven sentences. He was sentenced to 11 years in prison and is the only Nobel Peace Prize winner languishing behind bars.

Liu Xiaobo is a Chinese literary critic, writer, professor, and human rights activist who called for political reforms and the end of communist single-party rule. He is currently incarcerated as a political prisoner in Jinzhou, Liaoning.
On December 8 2008, Liu was detained because of his participation with the Charter 08 manifesto. He was formally arrested on June 23 2009 on suspicion of "inciting subversion of state power". He was tried on the same charges on December 23 2009, and sentenced to eleven years' imprisonment and two years' deprivation of political rights on 25 December 2009.

During his fourth prison term, he was awarded the 2010 Nobel Peace Prize for "his long and non-violent struggle for fundamental human rights in China."
He is the first Chinese citizen to be awarded a Nobel Prize of any kind while residing in China and the third person to be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize while in prison or detention. Liu was denied the right, by his government, to be denied the right to have a representative collect the Nobel Prize for him.

Liu Xiaobo's final statement, issued just two days before he was sentenced to 11 years in prison on Christmas Day, 2009.

OCTOBER 8, 201o

                                                            I Have No Enemies

In the course of my life, for more than half a century, June 1989 was the major turning point. Up to that point, I was a member of the first class to enter university when college entrance examinations were reinstated following the Cultural Revolution (Class of ’77). From BA to MA and on to PhD, my academic career was all smooth sailing. Upon receiving my degrees, I stayed on to teach at Beijing Normal University. As a teacher, I was well received by the students. At the same time, I was a public intellectual, writing articles and books that created quite a stir during the 1980s, frequently receiving invitations to give talks around the country, and going abroad as a visiting scholar upon invitation from Europe and America. What I demanded of myself was this: whether as a person or as a writer, I would lead a life of honesty, responsibility, and dignity. After that, because I had returned from the U.S. to take part in the 1989 Movement, I was thrown into prison for “the crime of counter-revolutionary propaganda and incitement.” I also lost my beloved lectern and could no longer publish essays or give talks in China. Merely for publishing different political views and taking part in a peaceful democracy movement, a teacher lost his lectern, a writer lost his right to publish, and a public intellectual lost the opportunity to give talks publicly. This is a tragedy, both for me personally and for a China that has already seen thirty years of Reform and Opening Up.
When I think about it, my most dramatic experiences after June Fourth have been, surprisingly, associated with courts: My two opportunities to address the public have both been provided by trial sessions at the Beijing Municipal Intermediate People’s Court, once in January 1991, and again today. Although the crimes I have been charged with on the two occasions are different in name, their real substance is basically the same—both are speech crimes.
Twenty years have passed, but the ghosts of June Fourth have not yet been laid to rest. Upon release from Qincheng Prison in 1991, I, who had been led onto the path of political dissent by the psychological chains of June Fourth, lost the right to speak publicly in my own country and could only speak through the foreign media. Because of this, I was subjected to year-round monitoring, kept under residential surveillance (May 1995 to January 1996) and sent to Reeducation-Through-Labor (October 1996 to October 1999).

 And now I have been once again shoved into the dock by the enemy mentality of the regime. But I still want to say to this regime, which is depriving me of my freedom, that I stand by the convictions I expressed in my “June Second Hunger Strike Declaration” twenty years ago—I have no enemies and no hatred. None of the police who monitored, arrested, and interrogated me, none of the prosecutors who indicted me, and none of the judges who judged me are my enemies. 

Although there is no way I can accept your monitoring, arrests, indictments, and verdicts, I respect your professions and your integrity, including those of the two prosecutors, Zhang Rongge and Pan Xueqing, who are now bringing charges against me on behalf of the prosecution. During interrogation on December 3, I could sense your respect and your good faith.
Hatred can rot away at a person’s intelligence and conscience. Enemy mentality will poison the spirit of a nation, incite cruel mortal struggles, destroy a society’s tolerance and humanity, and hinder a nation’s progress toward freedom and democracy. That is why I hope to be able to transcend my personal experiences as I look upon our nation’s development and social change, to counter the regime’s hostility with utmost goodwill, and to dispel hatred with love.
Everyone knows that it was Reform and Opening Up that brought about our country’s development and social change. In my view, Reform and Opening Up began with the abandonment of the “using class struggle as guiding principle” government policy of the Mao era and, in its place, a commitment to economic development and social harmony. The process of abandoning the “philosophy of struggle” was also a process of gradual weakening of the enemy mentality and elimination of the psychology of hatred, and a process of squeezing out the “wolf’s milk” that had seeped into human nature.

It was this process that provided a relaxed climate, at home and abroad, for Reform and Opening Up, gentle and humane grounds for restoring mutual affection among people and peaceful coexistence among those with different interests and values, thereby providing encouragement in keeping with humanity for the bursting forth of creativity and the restoration of compassion among our countrymen. One could say that relinquishing the “anti-imperialist and anti-revisionist” stance in foreign relations and “class struggle” at home has been the basic premise that has enabled Reform and Opening Up to continue to this very day. The market trend in the economy, the diversification of culture, and the gradual shift in social order toward the rule of law have all benefitted from the weakening of the “enemy mentality.” 

Even in the political arena, where progress is slowest, the weakening of the enemy mentality has led to an ever-growing tolerance for social pluralism on the part of the regime and substantial decrease in the force of persecution of political dissidents, and the official designation of the 1989 Movement has also been changed from “turmoil and riot” to “political disturbance.” 

The weakening of the enemy mentality has paved the way for the regime to gradually accept the universality of human rights. In [1997 and] 1998 the Chinese government made a commitment to sign two major United Nations international human rights covenants,2 signaling China’s acceptance of universal human rights standards.

 In 2004, the National People’s Congress (NPC) amended the Constitution, writing into the Constitution for the first time that “the state respects and guarantees human rights,” signaling that human rights have already become one of the fundamental principles of China’s rule of law. At the same time, the current regime puts forth the ideas of “putting people first” and “creating a harmonious society,” signaling progress in the CPC’s concept of rule.

I have also been able to feel this progress on the macro level through my own personal experience since my arrest.

Although I continue to maintain that I am innocent and that the charges against me are unconstitutional, during the one plus year since I have lost my freedom, I have been locked up at two different locations and gone through four pretrial police interrogators, three prosecutors, and two judges, but in handling my case, they have not been disrespectful, overstepped time limitations, or tried to force a confession. Their manner has been moderate and reasonable; moreover, they have often shown goodwill. On June 23, I was moved from a location where I was kept under residential surveillance to the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau’s No. 1 Detention Center, known as “Beikan.” During my six months at Beikan, I saw improvements in prison management.

In 1996, I spent time at the old Beikan (located at Banbuqiao). Compared to the old Beikan of more than a decade ago, the present Beikan is a huge improvement, both in terms of the “hardware”— the facilities—and the “software”—the management. In particular, the humane management pioneered by the new Beikan, based on respect for the rights and integrity of detainees, has brought flexible management to bear on every aspect of the behavior of the correctional staff, and has found expression in the “comforting broadcasts,” Repentance magazine, and music before meals, on waking and at bedtime.

 This style of management allows detainees to experience a sense of dignity and warmth, and stirs their consciousness in maintaining prison order and opposing the bullies among inmates. Not only has it provided a humane living environment for detainees, it has also greatly improved the environment for their litigation to take place and their state of mind. I’ve had close contact with correctional officer Liu Zheng, who has been in charge of me in my cell, and his respect and care for detainees could be seen in every detail of his work, permeating his every word and deed, and giving one a warm feeling. It was perhaps my good fortune to have gotten to know this sincere, honest, conscientious, and kind correctional officer during my time at Beikan.

It is precisely because of such convictions and personal experience that I firmly believe that China’s political progress will not stop, and I, filled with optimism, look forward to the advent of a future free China. For there is no force that can put an end to the human quest for freedom, and China will in the end become a nation ruled by law, where human rights reign supreme. I also hope that this sort of progress can be reflected in this trial as I await the impartial ruling of the collegial bench—a ruling that will withstand the test of history.
If I may be permitted to say so, the most fortunate experience of these past twenty years has been the selfless love I have received from my wife, Liu Xia.

 She could not be present as an observer in court today, but I still want to say to you, my dear, that I firmly believe your love for me will remain the same as it has always been. Throughout all these years that I have lived without freedom, our love was full of bitterness imposed by outside circumstances, but as I savor its aftertaste, it remains boundless. I am serving my sentence in a tangible prison, while you wait in the intangible prison of the heart. Your love is the sunlight that leaps over high walls and penetrates the iron bars of my prison window, stroking every inch of my skin, warming every cell of my body, allowing me to always keep peace, openness, and brightness in my heart, and filling every minute of my time in prison with meaning.

 My love for you, on the other hand, is so full of remorse and regret that it at times makes me stagger under its weight. I am an insensate stone in the wilderness, whipped by fierce wind and torrential rain, so cold that no one dares touch me. But my love is solid and sharp, capable of piercing through any obstacle. Even if I were crushed into powder, I would still use my ashes to embrace you.

My dear, with your love I can calmly face my impending trial, having no regrets about the choices I’ve made and optimistically awaiting tomorrow. I look forward to [the day] when my country is a land with freedom of expression, where the speech of every citizen will be treated equally well; where different values, ideas, beliefs, and political views . . . can both compete with each other and peacefully coexist; where both majority and minority views will be equally guaranteed, and where the political views that differ from those currently in power, in particular, will be fully respected and protected; where all political views will spread out under the sun for people to choose from, where every citizen can state political views without fear, and where no one can under any circumstances suffer political persecution for voicing divergent political views. I hope that I will be the last victim of China’s endless literary inquisitions and that from now on no one will be incriminated because of speech.

 Freedom of expression is the foundation of human rights, the source of humanity, and the mother of truth. To strangle freedom of speech is to trample on human rights, stifle humanity, and suppress truth.

In order to exercise the right to freedom of speech conferred by the Constitution, one should fulfill the social responsibility of a Chinese citizen. There is nothing criminal in anything I have done. [But] if charges are brought against me because of this, I have no complaints.
Thank you, everyone.

 And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good. John Steinbeck, East of Eden


John William Tuohy is a writer who lives in Washington DC. He holds an MFA in writing from Lindenwood University.
He is the author of No Time to Say Goodbye: Memoirs of a Life in Foster Care and Short Stories from a Small Town. He is also the author of numerous non-fiction on the history of organized crime including the ground break biography of bootlegger Roger Tuohy "When Capone's Mob Murdered Touhy" and "Guns and Glamour: A History of Organized Crime in Chicago."
His non-fiction crime short stories have appeared in The New Criminologist, American Mafia and other publications. John won the City of Chicago's Celtic Playfest for his work The Hannigan's of Beverly, and his short story fiction work, Karma Finds Franny Glass, appeared in AdmitTwo Magazine in October of 2008.
His play, Cyberdate.Com, was chosen for a public performance at the Actors Chapel in Manhattan in February of 2007 as part of the groups Reading Series for New York project. In June of 2008, the play won the Virginia Theater of The First Amendment Award for best new play.
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This is a book of short stories taken from the things I saw and heard in my childhood in the factory town of Ansonia in southwestern Connecticut.

Most of these stories, or as true as I recall them because I witnessed these events many years ago through the eyes of child and are retold to you now with the pen and hindsight of an older man. The only exception is the story Beat Time which is based on the disappearance of Beat poet Lew Welch. Decades before I knew who Welch was, I was told that he had made his from California to New Haven, Connecticut, where was an alcoholic living in a mission. The notion fascinated me and I filed it away but never forgot it.     

The collected stories are loosely modeled around Joyce’s novel, Dubliners (I also borrowed from the novels character and place names. Ivy Day, my character in “Local Orphan is Hero” is also the name of chapter in Dubliners, etc.) and like Joyce I wanted to write about my people, the people I knew as a child, the working class in small town America and I wanted to give a complete view of them as well. As a result the stories are about the divorced, Gays, black people, the working poor, the middle class, the lost and the found, the contented and the discontented.

Conversely many of the stories in this book are about starting life over again as a result of suicide (The Hanging Party, Small Town Tragedy, Beat Time) or from a near death experience (Anna Bell Lee and the Charge of the Light Brigade, A Brief Summer) and natural occurring death. (The Best Laid Plans, The Winter Years, Balanced and Serene)

With the exception of Jesus Loves Shaqunda, in each story there is a rebirth from the death. (Shaqunda is reported as having died of pneumonia in The Winter Years)
Sal, the desperate and depressed divorcee in Things Change, changes his life in Lunch Hour when asks the waitress for a date and she accepts. (Which we learn in Closing Time, the last story in the book) In The Arranged Time, Thisby is given the option of change and whether she takes it or, we don’t know. The death of Greta’s husband in A Matter of Time has led her to the diner and into the waiting arms of the outgoing and loveable Gabe.

Although the book is based on three sets of time (breakfast, lunch and dinner) and the diner is opened in the early morning and closed at night, time stands still inside the Diner. The hour on the big clock on the wall never changes time and much like my memories of that place, everything remains the same.


The Valley Lives

By Marion Marchetto, author of The Bridgewater Chronicles on October 15, 2015
Short Stores from a Small Town is set in The Valley (known to outsiders as The Lower Naugatuck Valley) in Connecticut. While the short stories are contemporary they provide insight into the timeless qualities of an Industrial Era community and the values and morals of the people who live there. Some are first or second generation Americans, some are transplants, yet each takes on the mantle of Valleyite and wears it proudly. It isn't easy for an author to take the reader on a journey down memory lane and involve the reader in the life stories of a group of seemingly unrelated characters. I say seemingly because by book's end the reader will realize that he/she has done more than meet a group of loosely related characters.
We meet all of the characters during a one-day time period as each of them finds their way to the Valley Diner on a rainy autumn day. From our first meeting with Angel, the educationally challenged man who opens and closes the diner, to our farewell for the day to the young waitress whose smile hides her despair we meet a cross section of the Valley population. Rich, poor, ambitious, and not so ambitious, each life proves that there is more to it beneath the surface. And the one thing that binds these lives together is The Valley itself. Not so much a place (or a memory) but an almost palpable living thing that becomes a part of its inhabitants.
Let me be the first the congratulate author John William Tuohy on a job well done. He has evoked the heart of The Valley and in doing so brought to life the fabric that Valleyites wear as a mantle of pride. While set in a specific region of the country, the stories that unfold within the pages of this slim volume are similar to those that live in many a small town from coast to coast.

By Sandra Mendyk
Just read "Short Stories from a Small Town," and couldn't put it down! Like Mr. Tuohy's other books I read, they keep your interest, especially if you're from a small town and can relate to the lives of the people he writes about. I recommend this book for anyone interested in human interest stories. His characters all have a central place where the stories take place--a diner--and come from different walks of life and wrestle with different problems of everyday life. Enjoyable and thoughtful.

I loved how the author wrote about "his people"
By kathee
A touching thoughtful book. I loved how the author wrote about "his people", the people he knew as a child from his town. It is based on sets of time in the local diner, breakfast , lunch and dinner, but time stands still ... Highly recommend !

WONDERFUL book, I loved it!
By John M. Cribbins
What wonderful stories...I just loved this book.... It is great how it is written following, breakfast, lunch, dinner, at a diner. Great characters.... I just loved it....


            I'm a big big Fan of Bukowski 

NASA Astronomy
 Picture of the Day 

Comet Catalina Emerges
Comet Catalina is ready for its close-up. The giant snowball from the outer Solar System, known formally as C/2013 US10 (Catalina), rounded the Sun last month and is now headed for its closest approach to Earth in January. With the glow of the Moon now also out of the way, morning observers in Earth’s northern hemisphere are getting their best ever view of the new comet. And Comet Catalina is not disappointing. Although not as bright as early predictions, the comet is sporting both dust (lower left) and ion (upper right) tails, making it an impressive object for binoculars and long-exposure cameras. The featured image was taken last week from the Canary Islands, off the northwest coast of Africa. Sky enthusiasts around the world will surely be tracking the comet over the next few months to see how it evolves.

Each river is different, but they all eventually lead to the ocean. No matter what we’re doing or when, or whether it brings us happiness or remorse, gain or loss, we’re all on our individual paths to enlightenment. Even when we’ve done something we consider wrong, we’re still on our path to enlightenment. Chris Prentiss

Finally, Someone Does Something Sensible: Finland to Bring In a Universal Basic Income

Tim Worstall

There’s rather a lot of discussion around these days about the merits of a universal basic income. We have, for example, those who tell us that the robots are about to steal all our jobs and therefore we need to tax the capital owners in order to provide that basic income for all. Well, maybe, but it’s not going to work out that way. However, that universal basic income is still a startlingly good idea simply because it’s better than any of the various welfare systems we have at present. But do note: It works by being universal and basic.
And who would have thought it but it looks like it’s going to be the Finns that bring it in:
The Finnish government is currently drawing up plans to introduce a national basic income. A final proposal won’t be presented until November 2016, but if all goes to schedule, Finland will scrap all existing benefits and instead hand out 800 euros per month—to everyone.
It’s hugely important that everyone, simply as of right (whether you call it the right of residence or citizenship is up to you), gets this payment. As is also that it’s not taxable, nor is it conditional.
Imagine this: as you’re worried about how to pay bills and make your rent, you get a check from the government for $876. Every month.
That’s what Finland is doing. The Nordic nation is getting closer this month to finalizing a solution to poverty: paying each of its 5.4 million people $876 tax-free a month — and in return, it will do away with welfare benefits, unemployment lines, and the other bureaucracy of its extensive social safety net.
Charles Murray (in his book In Our Hands) did the math for the US: $10,000 a year to each adult over 21. It works. We spend about the same amount we currently do on welfare providing it. Chris Dillow, the thinking man’s Marxist, has pointed to similar studies for the UK suggesting £130 a week works.
This is a basic income. It is not a living wage, it doesn’t even reach the full year full time minimum wage. But you can, just about, in all the countries mentioned and with the sums for those countries, just about get by.
From the right it gets rid of the thing we worry most about welfare: the immense tax and benefit withdrawal rate that makes poor people not desire (because they are rational in the face of 60 and 70% tax rates) to increase their incomes. And from the left it actually increases workers’ bargaining power without, of course, needing those potentially self-interested unions standing in the middle. If you can live, just, without working, then the boss’ power over you is vastly reduced. Another way of putting this is that reservation wages rise–the amount you have to be offered to go to work rises.
This will, of course, reduce inequality. The big problem has always been that while in theory it works no one has ever really tried it. Now someone is: the Finns. So, we all get to see whether it really is the deus ex machina that theory states it is.
My best guess is that it is and that we should all be adopting it. But given that someone else is doing it, perhaps not just yet. Let’s actually be scientists about this, observe what happens and only if it works, as I’m sure it will, do we adopt it.
Abolish the entire welfare system in its totality and just give every citizen just enough to scrape by each month. Why not? We’re a rich country, we can do this. After someone else has proven that it works of course.

Gaza’s largest refugee camps breathes life.

The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, not the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when you discover that someone else believes in you and is willing to trust you with a friendship. Ralph Waldo Emerson 


Eugenia Loli's Collages

The Observation and Appreciation of Architecture

Christianity isn’t about doing good deeds and hoping God takes notice. It’s about how God took notice of us when we had nothing good to offer.


A deep sea diver is captured mid-jump. The cover of Scientific American Supplement on October 23, 1915

                       Latin Word of the Day                                                                    
Tyrannus: absolute ruler, tyrant
Example sentence:  Sine pecunia tyrannus superare populum Romanum non poterit.
Sentence meaning: The tyrant will not be able to overcome the Roman people without money.


Architecture for the blog of it

Art for the Blog of It

Art for the Pop of it

Photography for the blog of it

Music for the Blog of it

Sculpture this and Sculpture that

The art of War (Propaganda art through the ages)

Album Art (Photographic arts)

Pulp Fiction Trash (The art of Pulp Fiction covers)

Admit it, you want to Read this Book (The art of Pulp Fiction covers)

The Godfather Trilogy BlogSpot

On the Waterfront: The Making of a great American Film

Absolutely blogalicious

The Wee Book of Irish Recipes (Book support site)

Good chowda (New England foods)

Old New England Recipes (Book support site)

And I Love Clams (New England foods)

In Praise of the Rhode Island Wiener (New England foods)

Wicked Cool New England Recipes (New England foods)

Old New England Recipes (New England foods)

Foster Care new and Updates

Aging out of the system

Murder, Death and Abuse in the Foster Care system

Angel and Saints in the Foster Care System

The Foster Children’s Blogs

Foster Care Legislation

The Foster Children’s Bill of Right

Foster Kids own Story

The Adventures of Foster Kid.

Me vs. Diabetes (Diabetes education site)

The Quotable Helen Keller

Teddy Roosevelt's Letters to his children (Book support site)

The Quotable Machiavelli (Book support site)

Whatever you do, don't laugh

The Quotable Grouch Marx

A Big Blog of Irish Literature

The Wee Blog of Irish Jokes (Book support blog)

The Wee Blog of Irish Recipes

The Irish American Gangster

The Irish in their Own Words

When Washington Was Irish

The Wee Book of Irish Recipes (Book support site)

Following Fitzgerald


The Blogable Robert Frost

Charles Dickens

The Beat Poets of the Forever Generation

Holden Caulfield Blog Spot

The Quotable Oscar Wilde

The Quotable Thoreau

Old New England Recipes

Wicked Cool New England Recipes


The New England Mafia

And I Love Clams

In Praise of the Rhode Island Wiener

Watch Hill

York Beach

The Connecticut History Blog

The Connecticut Irish

Good chowda

God, How I hated the 70s

Child of the Sixties Forever

The Kennedy’s in the 60’s

Music of the Sixties Forever

Elvis and Nixon at the White House (Book support site)

Beatles Fan Forever

Year One, 1955

Robert Kennedy in His Own Words

The 1980s were fun

The 1990s. The last decade.

The Russian Mafia

The American Jewish Gangster

The Mob in Hollywood

We Only Kill Each Other

Early Gangsters of New York City

Al Capone: Biography of a self-made Man

The Life and World of Al Capone

The Salerno Report

Guns and Glamour

The St. Valentine’s Day Massacre

Mob Testimony

Recipes we would Die For

The Prohibition in Pictures

The Mob in Pictures

The Mob in Vegas

The Irish American Gangster

Roger Touhy Gangster

Chicago’s Mob Bosses

Chicago Gang Land: It Happened Here

Whacked: One Hundred years of Murder in Gangland

The Mob Across America

Mob Cops, Lawyers and Front Men

Shooting the Mob: Dutch Schultz

Bugsy& His Flamingo: The Testimony of Virginia Hill

After Valachi. Hearings before the US Senate on Organized Crime

Mob Buster: Report of Special Agent Virgil Peterson to the Kefauver Committee (Book support site)

The US Government’s Timeline of Organized Crime (Book support site)

The Kefauver Organized Crime Hearings (Book support site)

Joe Valachi's testimony on the Mafia (Book support site)

Mobsters in the News

Shooting the Mob: Dead Mobsters (Book support site)

The Stolen Years Full Text (Roger Touhy)

Mobsters in Black and White

Mafia Gangsters, Wiseguys and Goodfellas

Whacked: One Hundred Years of Murder and Mayhem in the Chicago Mob (Book support site)

Gangland Gaslight: The Killing of Rosy Rosenthal (Book support site)

The Best of the Mob Files Series (Book support site)

It’s All Greek Mythology to me

Psychologically Relevant

The Rarifieid Tribe

Perfect Behavior

The Upscale Traveler

The Mish Mosh Blog

DC Behind the Monuments

Washington Oddities

When Washington Was Irish

Litchfield Literary Books. A really small company run by writers.


The Day Nixon Met Elvis
Paperback 46 pages

Theodore Roosevelt: Letters to his Children. 1903-1918
Paperback 194 pages

The Works of Horace
Paperback 174 pages

The Quotable Greeks
Paperback 234 pages

The Quotable Epictetus
Paperback 142 pages

Quo Vadis: A narrative of the time of Nero
Paperback 420 pages

The Porchless Pumpkin: A Halloween Story for Children
A Halloween play for young children. By consent of the author, this play may be performed, at no charge, by educational institutions, neighborhood organizations and other not-for-profit-organizations.
A fun story with a moral
“I believe that Denny O'Day is an American treasure and this little book proves it. Jack is a pumpkin who happens to be very small, by pumpkins standards and as a result he goes unbought in the pumpkin patch on Halloween eve, but at the last moment he is given his chance to prove that just because you're small doesn't mean you can't be brave. Here is the point that I found so wonderful, the book stresses that while size doesn't matter when it comes to courage...ITS OKAY TO BE SCARED....as well. I think children need to hear that, that's its okay to be unsure because life is a ongoing lesson isn't it?”
Paperback: 42 pages

It's Not All Right to be a Foster Kid....no matter what they tell you: Tweet the books contents
Paperback 94 pages

From the Author
I spent my childhood, from age seven through seventeen, in foster care.  Over the course of those ten years, many decent, well-meaning, and concerned people told me, "It's okay to be foster kid."
In saying that, those very good people meant to encourage me, and I appreciated their kindness then, and all these many decades later, I still appreciate their good intentions. But as I was tossed around the foster care system, it began to dawn on me that they were wrong.  It was not all right to be a foster kid.
During my time in the system, I was bounced every eighteen months from three foster homes to an orphanage to a boy's school and to a group home before I left on my own accord at age seventeen.
In the course of my stay in foster care, I was severely beaten in two homes by my "care givers" and separated from my four siblings who were also in care, sometimes only blocks away from where I was living.
I left the system rather than to wait to age out, although the effects of leaving the system without any family, means, or safety net of any kind, were the same as if I had aged out. I lived in poverty for the first part of my life, dropped out of high school, and had continuous problems with the law.
 Today, almost nothing about foster care has changed.  Exactly what happened to me is happening to some other child, somewhere in America, right now.  The system, corrupt, bloated, and inefficient, goes on, unchanging and secretive.
Something has gone wrong in a system that was originally a compassionate social policy built to improve lives but is now a definitive cause in ruining lives.  Due to gross negligence, mismanagement, apathy, and greed, mostly what the foster care system builds are dangerous consequences. Truly, foster care has become our epic national disgrace and a nightmare for those of us who have lived through it.
Yet there is a suspicion among some Americans that foster care costs too much, undermines the work ethic, and is at odds with a satisfying life.  Others see foster care as a part of the welfare system, as legal plunder of the public treasuries.
 None of that is true; in fact, all that sort of thinking does is to blame the victims.  There is not a single child in the system who wants to be there or asked to be there.  Foster kids are in foster care because they had nowhere else to go.  It's that simple.  And believe me, if those kids could get out of the system and be reunited with their parents and lead normal, healthy lives, they would. And if foster care is a sort of legal plunder of the public treasuries, it's not the kids in the system who are doing the plundering.
 We need to end this needless suffering.  We need to end it because it is morally and ethically wrong and because the generations to come will not judge us on the might of our armed forces or our technological advancements or on our fabulous wealth.
 Rather, they will judge us, I am certain, on our compassion for those who are friendless, on our decency to those who have nothing and on our efforts, successful or not, to make our nation and our world a better place.  And if we cannot accomplish those things in the short time allotted to us, then let them say of us "at least they tried."
You can change the tragedy of foster care and here's how to do it.  We have created this book so that almost all of it can be tweeted out by you to the world.  You have the power to improve the lives of those in our society who are least able to defend themselves.  All you need is the will to do it.
 If the American people, as good, decent and generous as they are, knew what was going on in foster care, in their name and with their money, they would stop it.  But, generally speaking, although the public has a vague notion that foster care is a mess, they don't have the complete picture. They are not aware of the human, economic and social cost that the mismanagement of the foster care system puts on our nation.
By tweeting the facts laid out in this work, you can help to change all of that.  You can make a difference.  You can change things for the better.
We can always change the future for a foster kid; to make it better ...you have the power to do that. Speak up (or tweet out) because it's your country.  Don't depend on the "The other guy" to speak up for these kids, because you are the other guy.
We cannot build a future for foster children, but we can build foster children for the future and the time to start that change is today.

No time to say Goodbye: Memoirs of a life in foster 
Paperbook 440 Books

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Paperback: 416 pages


Scotish Ghost Stories
Paperback 186 pages

The Book of funny odd and interesting things people say
Paperback: 278 pages

The Wee Book of Irish Jokes

Perfect Behavior: A guide for Ladies and Gentlemen in all Social Crises


You Don’t Need a Weatherman. Underground 1969
Paperback 122 pages

Baby Boomers Guide to the Beatles Songs of the Sixties

Baby Boomers Guide to Songs of the 1960s

The Connecticut Irish
Paper back 140 pages

 The Wee Book of Irish Jokes

The Wee Book of Irish Recipes 
 The Wee Book of the American-Irish Gangsters

 The Wee book of Irish Blessings... 

The Wee Book of the American Irish in Their Own Words

Everything you need to know about St. Patrick
Paperback 26 pages

A Reading Book in Ancient Irish History
Paperback 147pages

The Book of Things Irish

Poets and Dreamer; Stories translated from the Irish
Paperback 158 pages

The History of the Great Irish Famine: Abridged and Illustrated
Paperback 356 pages


The New England Mafia

Wicked Good New England Recipes

The Connecticut Irish
Paper back 140 pages

The Twenty-Fifth Regiment Connecticut Volunteers
Paperback 64 pages

The Life of James Mars
Paperback 54 pages

Stories of Colonial Connecticut
Paperback 116 pages

What they Say in Old New England
Paperback 194 pages


Chicago Organized Crime

The Mob Files: It Happened Here: Places of Note in Chicago gangland 1900-2000

An Illustrated Chronological History of the Chicago Mob. Time Line 1837-2000

Mob Buster: Report of Special Agent Virgil Peterson to the Kefauver Committee

The Mob Files. Guns and Glamour: The Chicago Mob. A History. 1900-2000

Shooting the Mob: Organized crime in photos. Crime Boss Tony Accardo

Shooting the Mob: Organized Crime in Photos: The Saint Valentine’s Day Massacre.

The Life and World of Al Capone in Photos

AL CAPONE: The Biography of a Self-Made Man.: Revised from the 0riginal 1930 edition.Over 200 new photographs
Paperback: 340 pages

Whacked. One Hundred Years Murder and Mayhem in the Chicago Outfit
Paperback: 172 pages

Las Vegas Organized Crime
The Mob in Vegas

Bugsy & His Flamingo: The Testimony of Virginia Hill

Testimony by Mobsters Lewis McWillie, Joseph Campisi and Irwin Weiner (The Mob Files Series)

Rattling the Cup on Chicago Crime.
Paperback 264 pages

The Life and Times of Terrible Tommy O’Connor.
Paperback 94 pages

The Mob, Sam Giancana and the overthrow of the Black Policy Racket in Chicago
Paperback 200 pages

When Capone’s Mob Murdered Roger Touhy. In Photos
Paperback 234 pages

Organized Crime in Hollywood
The Mob in Hollywood

The Bioff Scandal
Paperback 54 pages

Organized Crime in New York
Joe Pistone’s war on the mafia

Mob Testimony: Joe Pistone, Michael Scars DiLeonardo, Angelo Lonardo and others

The New York Mafia: The Origins of the New York Mob

The New York Mob: The Bosses

Organized Crime 25 Years after Valachi. Hearings before the US Senate

Shooting the mob: Dutch Schultz

Gangland Gaslight: The Killing of Rosy Rosenthal. (Illustrated)

Early Street Gangs and Gangsters of New York City
Paperback 382 pages

The Russian Mafia in America

The Threat of Russian Organzied Crime
Paperback 192 pages

Organized Crime/General
Best of Mob Stories

Best of Mob Stories Part 2


Mob Recipes to Die For. Meals and Mobsters in Photos

More Mob Recipes to Die For. Meals and Mobs

The New England Mafia

Shooting the mob. Organized crime in photos. Dead Mobsters, Gangsters and Hoods.

The Salerno Report: The Mafia and the Murder of President John F. Kennedy

The Mob Files: Mob Wars. "We only kill each other"

The Mob across America

The US Government’s Time Line of Organzied Crime 1920-1987

Early Street Gangs and Gangsters of New York City: 1800-1919. Illustrated

The Mob Files: Mob Cops, Lawyers and Informants and Fronts

Gangster Quotes: Mobsters in their own words. Illustrated
Paperback: 128 pages

The Book of American-Jewish Gangsters: A Pictorial History.
Paperback: 436 pages

The Mob and the Kennedy Assassination
Paperback 414 pages


The Last Outlaw: The story of Cole Younger, by Himself
Paperback 152 pages

Chicago: A photographic essay.
 Paperback: 200 pages

Boomers on a train: A ten minute play
Paperback 22 pages

Four Short Plays
By John William Tuohy

Four More Short Plays
By John William Tuohy

High and Goodbye: Everybody gets the Timothy Leary they deserve. A full length play
By John William Tuohy

Cyberdate. An Everyday Love Story about Everyday People
By John William Tuohy

The Dutchman's Soliloquy: A one Act Play based on the factual last words of Gangster Dutch Schultz.
By John William Tuohy

Fishbowling on The Last Words of Dutch Schultz: Or William S. Burroughs intersects with Dutch Schultz
Print Length: 57 pages

American Shakespeare: August Wilson in his own words. A One Act Play
By John William Tuohy

She Stoops to Conquer

The Seven Deadly Sins of Gilligan’s Island: A ten minute play
Print Length: 14 pages

OUT OF CONTROL: An Informal History of the Fairfax County Police

McLean Virginia. A short informal history


The Quotable Emerson: Life lessons from the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson: Over 300 quotes

The Quotable John F. Kennedy

The Quotable Oscar Wilde

The Quotable Machiavelli

The Quotable Confucius: Life Lesson from the Chinese Master

The Quotable Henry David Thoreau

The Quotable Robert F. Kennedy

The Quotable Writer: Writers on the Writers Life

The words of Walt Whitman: An American Poet
Paperback: 162 pages

Gangster Quotes: Mobsters in their own words. Illustrated
Paperback: 128 pages

The Quotable Popes
Paperback 66 pages

The Quotable Kahlil Gibran with Artwork from Kahlil Gibran
Paperback 52 pages
Kahlil Gibran, an artist, poet, and writer was born on January 6, 1883 n the north of modern-day Lebanon and in what was then part of Ottoman Empire. He had no formal schooling in Lebanon. In 1895, the family immigrated to the United States when Kahlil was a young man and settled in South Boston. Gibran enrolled in an art school and was soon a member of the avant-garde community and became especially close to Boston artist, photographer, and publisher Fred Holland Day who encouraged and supported Gibran’s creative projects. An accomplished artist in drawing and watercolor, Kahlil attended art school in Paris from 1908 to 1910, pursuing a symbolist and romantic style. He held his first art exhibition of his drawings in 1904 in Boston, at Day's studio. It was at this exhibition, that Gibran met Mary Elizabeth Haskell, who ten years his senior. The two formed an important friendship and love affair that lasted the rest of Gibran’s short life. Haskell influenced every aspect of Gibran’s personal life and career. She became his editor when he began to write and ushered his first book into publication in 1918, The Madman, a slim volume of aphorisms and parables written in biblical cadence somewhere between poetry and prose. Gibran died in New York City on April 10, 1931, at the age of 48 from cirrhosis of the liver and tuberculosis.

The Quotable Dorothy Parker
Paperback 86 pages

The Quotable Machiavelli
Paperback 36 pages

The Quotable Greeks
Paperback 230 pages

The Quotabe Oscar Wilde
Paperback 24 pages

The Quotable Helen Keller
Paperback 66 pages

The Art of War: Sun Tzu
Paperback 60 pages

The Quotable Shakespeare
Paperback 54 pages

The Quotable Gorucho Marx
Paperback 46 pages