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Thursday, June 5, 2014

He knew it was coming

Alberto Ricci, or Al Ritchie, as he was popularly known, was an underworld big shot in the region of Olean, New York and Bradford, Pennsylvania. It was in the latter that he was rubbed out on this date in 1931. 

Known as a squealer, Al was sitting behind the wheel of his car chatting with one of his minions, Tony Maccio, when, “A big fellow pushed right up, stuck a gun in the car and started firing.” Three shots slammed into Ritchie’s head and a fourth went into his shoulder. Maccio turned and received two in the back after they had passed through his boss.

After the gunman fled, Ritchie miraculously stepped from his car. Maccio too clamored out and collapsed on the sidewalk. Ritchie was able to walk to the ambulance that arrived shortly but died a few hours later. Maccio would succumb to his wounds in the coming weeks.

Al, who knew he was on the spot, was laid to rest in a bronze coffin he picked out for himself just a few weeks previously. While paying his last respects to one of his guys, who was also sent the way of all gangster flesh, he told the mortuary proprietor that he might as well pick out a box for himself since it was only a matter of time.

Oh, and by the way, the “Big Fellow” who did the shootin’ would prove to be one Antonio Lorenzo Demaio aka Tony Lorenzo. Maccio, like his boss, had no problem spilling to cops. Tony Lorenzo claimed self-defense.


Anonymous said...

Instead of Tony, Al, or Paulie all gangsters should change their names to "Mum" ford. (Mums the word) It would save money spent on bullets.

Pat Downey said...

Actually, squealers were the exception back then. Most of them fellers kept mum, even when they knew they were gonna leave the hospital feet first.