Lucabrasi; he sleeps with the fishes tonight.

[robby]

I was listening to one of those smart-ass syndicated radio shows (Frank & Mike?) on the way home from Costco. They are Howard Stern knock-offs, and always go for the irreverent and tasteless in life. They were clowning about John Gotti's death, playing the theme from "The Godfather", joking about John Gotti's son. I hope Frank and Mike get whacked. I'm not fond of the Mafia, but grew up next door to the Sacherri family, who were loyal to Lucky Luciano. They lived in a nice house, and I don't recall what the father did for a living. I was a well-behaved dark haired kid, about the same age as their son, and I recall them always speaking freely around me and talking of Luciano in glowing terms, and denouncing all the media lies about him. They were passionate people, and they loved and hated with an equal fierceness. I think my Dad taught me respect, and not to mock the dead. But the Sacherri's gave me a glimpse into Mafia loyalty, and I know not to carelessly disregard those that will kill you.




http://crimelibrary.com/gangsters/murder/murderlucky.htm

Comments

[crackpipe.livejournal.com]

hes blamed for the death of thelma todd.
she wouldnt let him set up gambling in her resturant, so tatty bye thelma.

not done

[crackpipe.livejournal.com]

my sister and her friend maria (since they only live two blocks away in queens) claim they are going to the funeral.toough luck i say.
also,whats up with him getting a christian burial?
castellino(the guy he knocked)didnt get one.
the thing that makes me detest gotti is the killing of the man who accidentally killed his son.
talk about the giver of life and the taker of it.

Re: not done

[robby.livejournal.com]

I agree that the man was a beast, but if I had a national radio show, I wouldn't clown him and his family for a few cheap laughs.

[gramma-1918.livejournal.com]

Your dad is right.

[robby.livejournal.com]

Mrs. Saccheri would smoke a lot of cigarettes. I don't remember the brand, and I'm sure she would be up for a weekend in Atlantic City. She would explain to me very sincerely, as I sat at the kitchen table, that Lucky Luciano was a prince of man, and had helped a lot of people. It was important that I understood and agreed with her.