My mother met Anthony Scotto and said he was incredibly charming, but had the largest hands and most fearsome handshake.

My father was big in the NYC bar scene in the 80's. At his favorite dive bar, a mobster sat beside him and the two quickly made friends. The next night, my father walked in and playfully put his arm around the guy's shoulder. His men pinned my dad against the wall ready to kill him until the boss of the group explained he didn't mean anything by it. I wish I knew who he was. Ill ask my dad for the name, and the name of the bar because the bar was mob run. A cop would walk in while people were doing blow and he would avert his eyes and say 'I hope no one is doing something bad!' Basically for appearances he would check the place out but was on the take, you know? I assume the guy in this story was a made guy but I don't know for sure until I get the name of the bar.