This is the gangster museum there. It's interesting as history but I'm not a gangster fan (though who am I to speak against vices). It's not so much that they break the law but they exploited weakness like all gangs do. They gain their livelihood on the backs of the working poor mostly. But at least in those days they did violence mostly against each other and seemed to be able to hit less three year olds doing so. Still, I'll never be able to admire them or think of pulling a trigger as any sort of strength.
This vault was actually a door.
This is the switchboard Capone used to bet on Oaklawn horse races. He would see who won and call Chicago before word could get back to bet on the winner. Cheaters never win? Well... maybe not in the end.
Lots of night clubs here.
They shipped alcohol in mineral water bottles with the labels on upside down to designate.
A few of the minors who became majors here.
He had a system to never throw a seven. I wish Rena had paid attention to what it was. Not that I shoot craps, I did in my youth for the experience, but as a rule I don't gamble.
We learned after everyone had left that our host was the son of a gangster. Since he didn't volunteer I didn't ask who. I wish I had but then I have to respect his silence on it.
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