Sunday, November 20, 2011

THUG OF THE DAY:  DANNY GREENE

Today I am starting a section of my blog called THUG OF THE DAY where I will give a brief bio of famous (or infamous) thugs throughout history.  I am not creating this rogue's gallery to glorify these bad boys (and girls), but merely to inform.

We start off with a notorious thug from Cleveland, Ohio by the name of Danny Greene (1933-1977) who was affectionately referred to as "The Irishman."

Greene was bred from a working class family and worked himself as a longshoreman in the 1960's before rising up the union ranks to become president of his local.  He had his office painted green, wore lots of green clothes and thought of himself as a Celtic warrior.

He was viewed by some as a local hero who fought for the rights or the working man.  But in truth, Greene was an embezzler who intimidated workers into doing his bidding with violence and threats.  He forced new members to turn their paychecks over to him for an initial period of time and told them the funds were going to build a new union hall, when the money in fact went into his own personal bank account.

Greene was ejected from the union and was convicted of embezzlement and ordered to pay a $10,000 fine.

 After a friendly meeting, Jimmy Hoffa once told an associate, "Stay away from (Greene).  There's something wrong with him."

After being exiled from the dockworker's union, Greene went to work as a professional thug.  Mobster Alex "Shondor" Birns took Danny on as an enforcer for his numbers racket.

The mobsters that brought Greene into their organization would later regret doing so.  Danny was as smooth and conspicuous a criminal as a bull in a china shop.

In 1968 he nearly cut his criminal career short with a botched assassination attempt on a black numbers runner who was holding out on his boss Birns.  The Cleveland boys were famous for blowing each other up with bombs just like they did in Chicago.

Danny detonated the car bomb he was setting as he was getting out of the numbers runner's car.  The explosion threw him 20 feet and permanently damaged the hearing in his right ear.

Several attempts were made on Danny's life over the years.  Most probably from a $75,000 loan he took from the Gambino family through Shondor Birns, and refused to pay back.  The money was actually nabbed by police during a narcotics bust in which the courier was arrested.

Danny felt that since he never received the cash, he wasn't obliged to pay it back.  The Gambinos believed otherwise.

In a famous television interview, Greene demonstrated his brazen disregard for the men who put a target on his back by saying:

"The luck of the Irish is with me and I have a message for those yellow maggots (the Cleveland mafia). That includes the payers and the doers.  The doers are the people who carried out the bombing.  They have to be eliminated because the people who paid them can afford to have them remain alive.  And the payers are going to feel heat from the FBI and the local authorities. And let me clear something else up...I didn't run away from the explosion.  Someone said they saw me running away.  I walked away."
In another interview Danny Greene said,

"I have no axe to grind, but if these maggots in this so-called mafia want to come after me, I'm over here by the Celtic club.  I'm not hard to find." 
 Unfortunately for Greene his bold challenge was met, though not outside the Celtic Club.  On October 6, 1977 Danny left a dental appointment and got in his car.  The vehicle parked next to him was wired with the bomb that went off and took his life instantly.
 


Friday, October 21, 2011

My new story, "Bait," is up at David Barber's excellent site, The Flash Fiction Offensive.  Please check it out NOW!  http://theflashfictionoffensive.blogspot.com/2011/10/bait-by-dana-c-kabel_21.html

Friday, October 7, 2011

IT'S VIOLENT!  IT'S SENSATIONAL!  IT'S SEXY!  Actually...it's not very sexy, but it is up at A Twist of Noir, and it's my new story, Writer's Cell Block.  Go there now for thrills and chills, and remember boys and girls, there are no happy endings in noir. http://a-twist-of-noir.blogspot.com/search/label/Dana%20C.%20Kabel

Thursday, September 15, 2011

The economy sucks!  Work is scarce.  Do you give up?  Not if you are a Hardworking Man!  http://theflashfictionoffensive.blogspot.com/2011/09/hardworking-man-by-dana-c-kabel.html

Check out my latest at David Barber's fantastic The Flash Fiction Offensive.

Friday, July 15, 2011

A New Story and a new story

There are two new tales in the column to the right; The Sitter and The Run.  I am quite fond of both of these stories, and they were both written when I was visiting in NJ.  The Sitter came about after pondering just who in the world I would actually trust to watch my two year old daughter, Rose, if my wife were to start working full time again.  The answer is...NO ONE...you'll understand why after you read the story.

The Run came out of thin air.  I wanted to write something that had the suggestion of violence without giving all of the graphic details.  Sometimes it is best to leave things to the imagination of the reader. 
Unfortunately, right after I wrote this one, there was an actual campus shooting on the news...so I had to let it cool for a little bit before putting it out there.  Hope you enjoy them both.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

New Story

Please check out my latest story, Mother's Milk in Cindy Rosmus' excellent zine, Yellow Mama, by clicking on the title in the Stories column on the right.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Little Miss Smartypants

My amazing two year old daughter Rose, who at this moment is tossing and turning and crying in her sleep, continues to surprise me on a daily basis.  Yesterday she took the paper Burger King crown that she had been wearing for several hours off of her head and placed it on me.  I said, "Oh, I'm a princess," in a probably disturbing falsetto.  She furled her brow and said, "No Daddy, you're not a princess, you're a king."  I said, "So you're the princess?"  And she replied, "I'm not a princess, I'm Rose."  With a look of compassion for my apparent stupidity.  None the less, she IS my princess.

A couple of days earlier, Rose came into the bathroom while I was shaving and told me that she wanted to ask me a question.  To be clear about what she had just said, I turned the water off and knelt down and asked her to repeat herself.  She said, "I want to ask you a question."

I said, "OK, ask me your question."

Rose proceeded to pull up her little pink bathroom stool and sat down on it.  With her favorite dolly tucked under her arm and a very serious look on her face she said, "Your name is Daddy?"

"Is that your question?"  I asked.

"Yes."

"Well, you call me Daddy and Bubba and Emily call me Daddy because I am your father.  But Mommy calls me Dana because that is my name too.  So I have two names, Daddy..and Dana."

"So...you're Daddy?"

"Yes Rose, I'm Daddy."

"Oh, okay."

"Does that answer you question?"

"Yes," she said and got up from her stool and walked out of the room.

Sometimes I'm afraid that this kid is so smart that she'll make the old man here look like a blithering idiot.