the Boss is Away ...
"Spider" Bolduc brought
his plastic fedora to stay in the "mood" while pushing
gin in Lancaster streets.
Craig Reece, Jack Stalica, Roderick
Lee and Michael Buccheri try to evade the cops and each other.
Rolinda "Ma" Collinson arrived in her black 1929
Cadillac sedan, sporting a stylish fedora. She had a done
deal with the mayor of Chicago. In return for peace on
the streets of the city and a sizeable (but unspecified) donation,
her syndicate would be "protected." Barney Fife
would put his bullet away. T.J. Hooker would hang up his
gun and drive at safe speeds. "Ma" promised a
kinder, gentler Gangsters and an era of peace -- one where
a thousand points of lights did not refer to the light visible
through the ventilated corpse of the last mobster to cross one's
Instead, "Ma" and her ladies, Ashley the "Angel"
and Angela the "Red Rose," would establish a new underworld
order. Quiet whispers in dark corners and deals spoken
in secret places would bring the other gangs in line until all
would unite peacefully under Ma's velvet glove.
The first heat began peacefully enough. Nary a gunshot
was heard from the cops nor the mob families. The ladies
had their way as sweet-talking and romance, along with shrewd
real estate deals, brought mob earnings to their peak.
The first heat was coming to a close. The new world order
would prevail! Phil the "Steak" White reported,
"I was vamped away."
Then Ashley, who history now remembers as "Nobody's Angel,"
boldly declared, "Purple, a bad strategy?!! I beg
to differ." The newspaper headlines ran. The
mockery of the other crime families was clear. This wasn't
going to be an arrangement where all could share the power and
the dough. It was "my way or the highway."
The gloves were off. The cement overshoes had been thrown
down. The buried heaters were found and reloaded.
The hit was ordered. The Chicago typewriters rang out,
"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat." Blood flowed in the streets.
Barney Fife was back on duty. The bullet was back in
the pocket. "Crime would not be tolerated," the
mayor declared (without more "donations," that is).
Dunkin' Donut's stock soared eight points on the news.
Three rivals established monopolies and prepared to fight
for their dominions. More real estate "barons"
set themselves up than in any previous heat. Ma's "Angel"
held the purple joints. Phillip Entwistle, "Iron"
to those who've dared to cross him, held the blue gin joints.
On the wrong side of the tracks, Ben "the Roach" Gardner
established his own purple monopoly while Tom the "Teflon
Don" McCorry and Jeff "the Head" Hacker battled
unsuccessfully for the blue joints.
Three heats later the stage was set for a (semi-)final showdown.
Would peace and feminine style once more prevail? Would
Ma's vision be realized? A mere ninety frantic minutes
later, the gunfire was over. The air was still. All
"Angel" could say was, "Isn't this supposed to
be a three-hour game?" Our new Godfather, Bugs (aka
John Elliott for reporters not afraid to print his real name)
replied, "Dis ain't no game, Scha-weetheart."
The absence of longtime GM John Pack
did not deter the dice-laden "Ma" Collinson who stepped
in for the godfather to keep the show on the road.
"Ladykiller" Love sports
brass knuckles and is packin' heat while "Shades" -
his thug in waitin' awaits the bosses' orders. Gangsters
players tend to do a little role playing too.