Thirty-year old New York gangster Edward Winger had just gotten back from Philadelphia and registered at Lower Eastside bathhouse. There he hooked up with a man he knew only as “Louie”.
On this date back in 1929 Winger and “Louie” were walking together on the Lower eastside when a slow moving sedan pulled up and a gunmen shot Winger. “Louie” made a run for it. Winger was taken to the hospital where he refused to say anything other than he was with “Louie”. The police continued to question him but he remained mum until he died the following day.
Rumor had it that the gunmen were music fans from the future looking to prevent the birth of somebody named Kip Winger.
"He must have done something. They don't kill you for nothing." - Chicago Gangster Ted Newberry. Rubbed out January 7, 1933
4 comments:
What's with all the Winger hate? Sure, they're no Motley Crue, or even Y&T, but they have their place in the pantheon of hair bands.
(I hope it's OK that I commented in English, my Chinese is a bit rusty.)
Not judging, just taking advantage of my, probably, one and only chance to ever use a Kip Winger reference.
I wasn't blasting you for Winger-hatred, Pat. It's those pesky time-traveling gunmen I'm calling out. Who gave those guys the keys to the DeLorean, anyway?
Let us find solace in the fact that they got the wrong Winger. Makes you think though, how many of the "right" guys have they gotten? What music have we been robbed of?
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