unrelatedly (maybe?) Hayden! Congrats on the gainfulness, and have fun with a leg possibly even more dysfunctional, but way less colorful than your previous one!
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I have no Al Capone stories--one set of grandparents was busy farming during the Depression, and ...I have no idea what my grandmother on the other side was doing (mostly "growing up") and my grandpa on that side was working in his dad's restaurant (and was disappointed when he joined the navy and they told him since he had experience he could be a cook)
Of course, I'm also told my paternal great-grandfather on the non-Irish side ran "all the beer in New Jersey", so I guess it was good times for all of the enterprising types.
My great-grandfather's first cousin was the first person in NJ convicted under Prohibition. The conviction was overturned, in what seems from all the records to be a case of someone bribing the judge, when it was ruled that, although he owned a tavern and had a basement full of alcohol, no one had actually proven that he intended to distribute it.
He was also a witness in the Lindbergh Baby trial, testifying that he'd seen a man carrying the baby the night of the kidnapping, and pretty much all the other evidence says that he was lying.
yay for a job , hayden !
May I pimp Last Call by Daniel Okrent, which I'm reading on my lunch breaks? It's a fascinating study of Prohibition. And by coincidence, today I was reading about the spiritual and medical exceptions.
Wine for sacramental purposes was made largely from alicante grapes. They made lousy wine, but they were nice and dark, so the wine at least looked good. (Jewish rabbis also had authority to buy wine, and the number of rabbis and at least nominal members of synagogues exploded during Prohibition.)
My great-grandfather's first cousin was the first person in NJ convicted under Prohibition.
When I googled, I discovered my great-grandfather was killed by Jewish mafia - maybe our great-grandfathers knew each other...though not to, like, hang out or anything.
Hey now, let's not get any blood feuds going up in here.
Hey now, let's not get any blood feuds going up in here.
Easy for you to say-- my great-great-grandfather didn't look at your great-great-grandfather funny.
By the way, I apologize to anyone who had relatives in Baltimore, Ireland, when my many times great-grandfather Murat Reis invaded in the 1600s and dragged off most of the population to Morocco to be sold as slaves. (I honestly do feel just a bit weird about it and would not mention the connection if I ever found myself in Baltimore, Ireland.)