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2-29oz cans puree
2-29oz cans sauce
1-29oz can water
1sm pork neck bone
1 med onion. diced fine
1-2 tblsp chopped garlic
1/4 cup virgin olive oil
to be added last
1/2 tsp oregano
1/2 tsp basil
1 tblsp parsley
1 to 11/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp black pepper
preheat sauce pot with low to med heat
add oil let get warm
add garlic onion and neck bone to hot oil
lightly brown till onion clear. do not burn garlic
add sauce, puree, and water - bring to boil
turn down to slow simmer for 5-6 1/2 hrs
after 4hrs cooking turn off 1/2hr to rest for thicker
Frank Sinatra’s association with the mob went back to his early days
as a saloon singer. From the 1930’s through the 70’s most
entertainers had dealings with the mob since they were involved in
clubs where they performed. When Sinatra was down on his luck his
mob friends still paid him to sing in their bars. Sinatra was loyal. When
he came to Las Vegas Sinatra brought his Hollywood sidekicks along.
Old Blue Eyes always packed the house at the Sands. His goombahs
even gave him an option to purchase 9% of the Sands Hotel.
Sinatra’s “Rat Pack” included Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr., Joey
Bishop, and Peter Lawford. Dean Martin (Dino Crocetti) was laid back
and did not show affection for the Mafia like Frank did. Peter Lawford
was there mostly because of his connection to the Kennedy family as
he married Patricia Kennedy, JFK’s sister.
The famous Rat Pack performed almost exclusively at the Sands,
controlled by Meyer Lansky along with Frank Costello and others. The
mobsters brought in Sinatra to attract tourists. Sinatra’s name filled
the hotel and lined the pockets of the criminal element from the 1950’
s through the 70’s.
Other gangsters rounded out the list of secretly owned mob casinos.
The Cleveland Mob ran the Desert Inn, Sam Giancana along with the
Fischetti brothers had interest in the Sahara and the Riviera. The New
England family hung their hats in the cloakroom of the Dunes.
An old Italian Mafia Don is dying and he calls his grandson to his bed. "You lissin-a
me. I wanna for you to taka my chrome plated .38 Smit-a-Wesson so you will
always remember me."
"But Grandpa, I really don't like guns. Howzabout you leava me your Rolex watch
instead." "Shuddup an lissin. Somma day you gonna runna da business, you gonna
have a beautifula wife, lotsa money, a biga haus and maybe a couple a bambinos.
Somma day you gonna coma home and maybe finda your wife inna bed wit' anodda
man. Whadda you gonna do then... pointa to you watch and a say, "time's up"?
A mafia Godfather finds out that his bookkeeper has screwed him for ten million
bucks. This bookkeeper happens to be deaf, so the Godfather brings along his
attorney, who knows sign language.
The Godfather asks the bookkeeper: "Where is the 10 million bucks you embezzled
from me?" The attorney, using sign language, asks the bookkeeper where the 10
million dollars is hidden. The bookkeeper signs back: "I don't know what you are
The attorney tells the Godfather: "He says he doesn't know what you're talking
about." That's when the Godfather pulls out a 9 mm pistol, puts it to the
bookkeeper's temple, cocks it and says: "Ask him again!" The attorney signs to the
underling: "He'll kill you for sure if you don't tell him!"
The bookkeeper signs back: "OK! You win! The money is in a brown briefcase,
buried behind the shed in my cousin Enzo's backyard in Queens!" The Godfather
asks the attorney: "Well, what'd he say?" The attorney replies: "He says you don't
have the balls to pull the trigger."