Geraldine Gangi, who owned a gin mill next to the old Post building on South Street called The Post Mortem, once told me: “When we were young, we were with a bunch of the girls at a restaurant on Prince Street.

“Some were going with the local wiseguys on the Lower East Side. ‘Lilo The Cigar’ walked in and one of the girls said something innocent that got him mad.

“He threw a plate of boiling hot pasta into her face. She was scarred up pretty bad. His temper was scary.”

http://nypost.com/2001/04/18/crazy-kid-takes-after-his-raging-uncle/

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