I've always been captured by stories of gangsters. So when we moved to Chicago as newlyweds, I took my new wife to the scene of the Valentine’s Day Massacre.
For Valentine’s Day. Wasn’t that romantic?? (Please see the video of men in “the doghouse” for giving their wives unromantic gifts like vacuum cleaners or tummy exercisers.)
Recently, I picked up a copy of the book, They Called Me Devil by George Meyer, the alleged wheelman when Al Capone’s gang - some dressed as policemen – machine gunned several members of Bugsy Moran’s gang. Years later in prison, Meyer came to personal faith in Jesus, providing a happy detour to an otherwise pointless existence marked by fleeting pleasures and great pain.
No big romantic, still I have learned something since we walked the small park at Chicago’s north Clark Street, where the shootings occurred 80 years ago in a garage. Kathy got flowers.
At the price of just $3 for 25 roses, it almost felt like stealing.
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