LAS VEGAS WHEN WE WERE YOUNG


I wasn’t allowed in the Copa when the Rat Pack performed; I listened to the uproar from outside the door, and caught a glimpse when Uncle Jack let someone in. It was a wild charade of slapstick, improvisation, and politically incorrect slurs, swearing and insults, all dressed up in comedic song and dance. That’s how […]

PART TWO: SWIMMING WITH GANSTERS


“ Mommy the door knocked.’ I said “ Okay, let me get it.” The valet reminded me of the munchens in Wizard of Oz, because of their berets, and tightly fitted double breasted coats. But it wasn’t the valet or room service, or anyone that I recognized. “Lucille, darling is everything to your satisfaction?” “Hello […]

MOB MEN AS ROLE MODELS


    I was marinating chicken breasts and watching the cherry blossom pink sunset splinter into a montage of broken clouds. In that instant, the men whom I now consider close irreplaceable friends — as much as my girlfriends — surfaced all at once.  They hung down like a shadow over the men my father […]

ADVENTURES IN THE MAKING


WHERE TO BEGIN THIS STORY OF A FATHER THAT I ONLY CAME TO UNDERSTAND BY READING HIS FBI FILES, BOOKS ABOUT MOB HISTORY WRITTEN BY LAW ENFORCEMENT AND COLLEGE PROFESSORS, AND DOCUMENTARIES PRODUCED BY FOES OF MY FATHER.  My last year with Dad was 1981. Naïve, and unconcerned with where I was headed, or how […]