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“Shades of ‘Sammy'”

(Over at dVerse, Victoria recommends the use of active verbs.) I open-close the door to the dive on 29th Street and head-to-toe the crowd that’s swinging-and-swaying on the dance floor. My eye digitizes Izzy Cronin, my go-to guy. I slip-slide through … Continue reading

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Sammy, the Gat: “The Heinz 57 Man”

(Sammy, the Gat, is a continuing story.) Glossary at end. Now I’m an ace five-notches hit man, and Johnnie Pickles, a two-bit like-kind, has me in his view finder. I got no druthers. I gotta go after him. I two-step … Continue reading

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Sammy, the Gat: “Targetin’ Squash City”

(Glossary at end.) The airborne torture chamber’s grinders muscle back and we’re targetin’ squash city. I button down the gazers and knuckle it as the balloons hit terra firma. Sky-splittin’ sparklers splatter on my TV screen as I add to … Continue reading

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Sammy, the Gat: “Twenty-four On The Vig”

(Glossary at end.) I ken that an ace man’s gotta be twenty-four on the vig lest he get sliced, diced or swiss-cheesed by his advers.  But when I cast my peepers on the Flyin’ Dutchman revvin’ on the tarmac and … Continue reading

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Sammy, The Gat: “Jingle My Tingles”

(Glossary at end. Click for Sammy, the Gat, catch-up.) The dame with the derringer arrows it at a slow-cruisin’ letch-stretch. I get in. And out. Then Belinda slow-dances me down a hall of mirrors to a big-label flyin’ coffin nail. … Continue reading

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“My Uncle Sal”

My Uncle Sal Was found In the basement Of the elementary school Where he cleaned. A heart attack They said. The police report Put forth the diagnosis. The coroner’s report Claimed his heart Failed. There was no mention In any … Continue reading

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“The Hot Bod With The Hot Rod”

I stand by the window in the Toot Sweet deli and watch this totally stacked dame swing it across the street. I exit that dump just as some jumbo joe jockeys into position to catch him an eyeful of the bodacious … Continue reading

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