Ya, my Dad was close with Jo Jo Pecora and I was invited to his hunting camp when I was 13. I've actually spend, days, months, even years with all of them from John LaRocca thru Michael Genovese. Somewhere on here there's an old picture of me sitting around the table at Charlies Roost. A picture's worth a thousand words.

My only experience in or around New Jersey was a few trips to casinos. I guess there's not much going on there now. I lived and worked in Manhattan for a couple of years. I rehabbed 177 apartments units on Clay Ave. in the Bronx for the City of New York. Fortunately my "Family Friends" made some introductions for me. I was there when the crane collapsed when they were building the Trump Tower.

My avatar was my second God-Father, Henry Zottola aka. Zebo. He kept me out of trouble and I really miss him to this day.