I googled FOIA and this page popped up. I was stunned because I've been trying to get info on Ansani for many years now. You see, he was my grandfather but I know very little about him.I know he was good friends with Joe Batters from the time they were kids.They remained close friends for life. Born in 1904 he started bangin' at a very young age, robbing freight trains and doing street crimes. Don't know when he joined the Circus Gang but he was close to Tough Tony Capezio and John Moore for life. Not sure exactly when he partnered up with Aiuppa but he stood up in Joey's wedding in the late twenties or early thirty's. After that all I know is,he,John Moore and Joey were all together until they died. Joey was godfather to my father and oldest brother and John Moore's son, Terry, was my godfather. They ran Cicero in the 50's and 60's with Joe Corngold as their mentor. They owned Taylor manufacturing, the Town Hotel, and the Turf Club among other businesses. I doubt I would be telling this if my father was still alive but he passed one week before the old man, which is what they called Joey at the end of his life. Don't want to take up too much space but a couple of funny stories: As I said he used to rob freight trains and there was one security guard that they beat up several times until the guard told them to just take the stuff and stop hitting him. That guy ended up marrying my grandmother's sister and became Uncle Red. A week after my dad died my mother received a phone call from Joey's long time driver. I listened on the extension. He said "I just wanted to let you know,da old man died yesterday." my mother said "I'm so sorry! Will you let us know about the arrangements?" He replied "Oh dere aint gonna be no arrangements, no nuttin'. He said to just dig a hole and trow him in it." I laughed out loud. A more poignant story: In 1978 I took my new girlfriend to the Feast in Melrose. As we headed toward the carnival I stopped in to see Uncle Joey. We walked in the alley to the garage behind Joey's mother's house. I looked in the garage and saw Joey sitting there so I strolled in. Two Huge guys started moving toward me until he waved them off. As I hugged him he said with tears in his eyes "I miss Bobby". One of the most feared men in Chicago Outfit was crying! And he was mean. Around 1939 he and my grandfather got pulled over in Fox Lake while my grandfather was driving. He told my grandfather to get the cop to lean in the window so he could shoot him. Gramps said under his breath to shush, forget about it. Joey more vehemently, Get him to lean in the window so he could kill him. That's when my grandfather reminded Joey that my dad, who was six years old at the time, was in the back seat. they took the ticket but Joey was pissed that he couldn't kill a cop for trying to give them a speeding ticket. I don't know how true the last story is but Joey could be a mean son of a bitch, and all those old timers hated cops. One thing I would like to clarify. My grandfather was anything but cheap. It's extremely unlikely that he would have opted for medical care from a prison doctor over his specialist at Rush St. Luke's. The actual reason he started his sentence immediately was to be able to attend my father's graduation from college the following year. And by the way, that whole deal was bullshit, but those guys got away with many, much more serious crimes so boo hoo.I attached a couple of photos.