So went back in time yesterday to save Caesar but ended up somewhere else. Did save someone but not sure who. Upon returning I see something called World War II happened. That wasn't part of history when I left yesterday. I'll go back and see if I can fix things.
In the meantime here's this:
Because of two recent, though separate, suicides, Mrs. Farrell's tenement house was considered to be haunted. In fact only one family remained in the building everyone else moved out. Twas 6:30 in the evening on this date back in 1927 when Mrs. Farrell ascended the staircase in her task of lighting the hallway lights.
When she got to the top floor she tripped over something. That something turned out to be a man, judging by appearances, of Italian descent, about forty years old. Mrs. Farrell barrelled down the stairs and got the police.
The corpse had no identification but he did have bullets in the head, shoulder and leg. He had a gun in his pocket and two more were found on the floor near him. One missing the three bullets that now rested in the dead man. The walls and a door showed evidence of another gun being fired. Oddly, Mrs. Farrell had heard nothing. The one remaining family in the building also had heard nothing.
So we have a dead guy, who didn't live in the building, a victim of a gunfight that nobody heard. The police went next door and began to ask questions. Turns out that the woman who lived in the adjoining apartment heard a little something that morning at 10:30. That something sounded like a struggle followed by a guy yelling, "Oh my God don't! Oh my God!" followed by a number of gun shots then silence.
When asked why she didn't report anything she said she was afraid the killers would come for her. Police chalked the murder up to a bootleggers feud. But having seen one or two shows on the paranormal I think it's fairly obvious that this was the working of one pissed off incubus, or is it succubus or omnibus...well one of the buses did it anyways I'm sure.
"He must have done something. They don't kill you for nothing." - Chicago Gangster Ted Newberry. Rubbed out January 7, 1933
Friday, March 15, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Out of hibernation
Wow, is it mid March already? Seems like just two and a half months ago that I last posted. I'd like to blame the lack of post on deadbeat interns and the fact that my computer crashed and after a six hour phone marathon with a guy half a world away it hasn't really worked right since, making simple task such as, highlighting and cutting; pasting a long frustrating and painful process...I'd like to say all those things but the simple fact is. I got a time machine for Christmas and have been having a lot of fun.
Things I've learned.
1. George Washington sounded a lot like James Cagney.
2. "Pickett's charge" should really be called, "Pickett's take a few steps then hit the deck. Get up, take a few more steps and hit the deck again."
3. My great-great grandparents kept a barrel of sauerkraut in the basement.
Up until this time I have simply been an observer. I will now attempt to go back an alter the future for the good of mankind. Don't be alarmed I know what I'm doing. I had a history course in high school.
Coordinates - Rome, 3/14/44 BC
Be back in awhile. In the meantime heres this:
On March 14, 1930 twenty-nine year old William "Baron" Simpson was added to the list of murder victims in Brooklyn's White Hand territory when his body was found in an alleyway leading from Furman Street to pier 16 on the East River. Someone had come up behind him and placed a .38 to the back of his head and pulled the trigger. Although the murder took place at around noon next to a tin can factory where two hundred employees were on lunch break, there were no witnesses.
"Baron" was the boss of a small group of dock workers and had a reputation as a fierce street fighter. According to his brother, "Whitey" Simpson, "Baron" had gotten into an argument with three men at a nearby pier about an hour before the murder. The argument turned into a fistfight and "Baron" proceeded to savagely beat all three men until they ran away. Simpson was last seen, alone, turning into the alleyway in which he was found a short time later.
Even with the story about the fight with the three men, police stated that they believed that Simpson was another in the long line of Irish thugs murdered in the unending battle for leadership of the dock rackets.
Things I've learned.
1. George Washington sounded a lot like James Cagney.
2. "Pickett's charge" should really be called, "Pickett's take a few steps then hit the deck. Get up, take a few more steps and hit the deck again."
3. My great-great grandparents kept a barrel of sauerkraut in the basement.
Up until this time I have simply been an observer. I will now attempt to go back an alter the future for the good of mankind. Don't be alarmed I know what I'm doing. I had a history course in high school.
Coordinates - Rome, 3/14/44 BC
Be back in awhile. In the meantime heres this:
On March 14, 1930 twenty-nine year old William "Baron" Simpson was added to the list of murder victims in Brooklyn's White Hand territory when his body was found in an alleyway leading from Furman Street to pier 16 on the East River. Someone had come up behind him and placed a .38 to the back of his head and pulled the trigger. Although the murder took place at around noon next to a tin can factory where two hundred employees were on lunch break, there were no witnesses.
"Baron" was the boss of a small group of dock workers and had a reputation as a fierce street fighter. According to his brother, "Whitey" Simpson, "Baron" had gotten into an argument with three men at a nearby pier about an hour before the murder. The argument turned into a fistfight and "Baron" proceeded to savagely beat all three men until they ran away. Simpson was last seen, alone, turning into the alleyway in which he was found a short time later.
Even with the story about the fight with the three men, police stated that they believed that Simpson was another in the long line of Irish thugs murdered in the unending battle for leadership of the dock rackets.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
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