Monday, February 14, 2005

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

It's that time of year again. February 14th. The day every year when young men give flowers and candy to the young ladies they fancy. Cards are exchanged. Bouquets of roses sell by the truckload. Weddings are announced. Bridal registries are set up. Eternal love is pledged. Ruthless mob bosses send assassins to kill their rivals.
The building was called the S-M-C Cartage Company and was a red, brick structure on Clark Street. The events that led to the massacre began on the morning of the 14th. A group of men had gathered at the warehouse that morning, set up by a Detroit gangster who told Moran that a truck was on its way to Chicago. One of them was Johnny May, an ex-safecracker who had been hired by George "Bugs" Moran as an auto mechanic. He was working on a truck that morning, with his dog tied to the bumper, while six other men waited for the truck of hijacked whiskey to arrive. The men were Frank and Pete Gusenberg, who were supposed to meet Moran and pick up two empty trucks to drive to Detroit and pick up smuggled Canadian whiskey; James Clark, Moran's brother-in-law; Adam Heyer; Al Weinshank; and Reinhardt Schwimmer, a young optometrist who had befriended Moran and hung around the liquor warehouse just for the thrill of rubbing shoulders with gangsters.

Bugs Moran was already late for the morning meeting. He was due to arrive at 10:30 but didn't even leave for the rendezvous, in the company of Willie Marks and Ted Newberry, until several minutes after that.

While the seven men waited inside of the warehouse, they had no idea that a police car had pulled up outside, or that Moran had spotted the car and had quickly taken cover. Five men got out of the police car, three of them in uniforms and two in civilian clothing. They entered the building and a few moments later, the clatter of machine gun fire broke the stillness of the snowy morning. Soon after, five figures emerged and they drove away. May's dog, inside of the warehouse, was barking and howling and when neighbors went to check and see what was going on... they discovered a bloody murder scene.

Moran's men had been lined up against the rear wall of the garage and had been sprayed with machine-guns. They killed all seven of them but had missed Bugs Moran. He had figured the arrival of the police car to be some sort of shakedown and had hung back. When the machine gunning started, he, Marks and Newberry had fled. The murders broke the power of the North Side gang and Moran correctly blamed Al Capone. No one will probably ever know who the actual shooters were, but one of them was probably Machine Gun McGurn, one of Capone's most trusted men.

Today is the seventy-sixth anniversary of the infamous St. Valentine's Day Massacre.

Monday, February 07, 2005

THE SONG THAT WON'T GO AWAY

I love the DVD. What an awesome invention. You can use scene selection to watch favorite scenes over and over (look Ma, no rewinding!). I was watching a few scenes from one of my favorite flicks on my computer the other day. One of my favorite scenes is the title scene. The song that plays in the soundtrack is just right for the scene. Problem is, now I can't get it out of my head. I keep hearing:
Yeah
Lookin' back on the track for a little green bag
Got to find just a kind or losin' my mind
Outside in the night, outside in the day
Lookin' back on the track gonna do it my way
Outside in the night, outside in the day
Lookin' back on the track gonna do it my way
Lookin' back


Lookin' for some happiness
But there is so a loneliness to find
Turn to the left turn to the right
Lookin' upstairs lookin' behind


Lookin' for some happiness
But there is so a loneliness to find
Turn to the left turn to the right
Lookin' upstairs lookin' behind


Lookin' back on the track for a little green bag
Got to find just a kind or losin' my mind
Outside in the night, outside in the day
Lookin' back on the track gonna do it my way
Lookin' back on the track for a little little green bag
Got to find just a kind or losin' my mind


Lookin' for some happiness
But there is so a loneliness to find
Turn to the left turn to the right
Lookin' upstairs lookin' behind


Lookin' for some happiness
But there is so a loneliness to find
Turn to the left turn to the right
Lookin' upstairs lookin' behind

It's a good song, but damn! I have to find a way to purge it soon, or I'm going to wind up hating it.

BTW, you know what movie uses that song in the title sequence? If you're cool, you know. If you don't, you'd better find out so you can be cool.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

ECT anyone?

I was over at Gerlad So's blog yesterday and I saw this post about a quiz to determine which A-Team character I most resemble. Being an A-Team fan from way back, I had to check it out. I made the mistake of clicking the link while at work. Doh!!!! According to SmartFilter (the filtering software that my employer uses), the site was a "sex" site and was therefore banned. I guess I'll be dodging the internet cops at work for awhile. Maybe I should escape to the Los Angeles underground and hide out with Hannibal and the boys.

Oh, I almost forgot. According to the quiz:

I am Murdock


They call him "Howling Mad" and with good reason. Once a top notch pilot, the pressures of war left Murdock mad. He is known for his smirk, variety of personas and overall mental instability. When he isn't spending time institutionalized, Murdock is using his flying skills for the A-Team, driving B.A. nuts and talking to his imaginary dog.


Which A-Team member are you???