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Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Diamond wasn't Harry's best friend
10:00 p.m. tonight will mark the 82nd anniversary that Greene County, NY inn-keeper Harry Western received a phone call from Legs Diamond. Mr. Legs was in the process of monopolizing the Catskills beer and alky racket and Western wasn't playing ball. Western was at his inn, called the Chateau, near Lake Katrine when the call came saying get on over to Acra (Legs's house) pronto. Harry got in his car and headed over. Nobody ever saw Harry again. They saw his car with some blood in it, but nobody ever saw Harry again. One of Diamond's associates went to jail because he was caught with the blood stained car, but nobody ever saw Harry again. Authorities and the public knew that Harry was killed by Diamond, but nobody ever saw Harry again. Nobody ever paid for what was done to Harry because, as they say, no body no case. But some of the old timers say, especially after a few Ballantines, that some nights, especially on August 22, some people have seen a spectral figure wandering the cat roads of Greene County looking for his car. But the way I figures it, it can't be Harry cause nobody ever saw Harry again.
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