I even heard this crap growing up in Chicago forty and fifty years after it supposedly happened. The story goes that on September 10,1931 all the old greaseball's from the boot got whacked in one night so Charlie Lucky could make a sweep of it. Turns out it was only three guys in Jersey. hahahaha
"There are no friends in crime." ~ Muccanera
"Look everyone right in the eye and walk in like you own the joint." ~ Me
