My Dad, Bert’s Flivver, And Dutch Schultz
July 6, 2010 in The Past
Some of you know of my evil doppelganger, a wretched hack named Mike Jahn. A few others know that he learned the ink-flinger’s trade by imitating his respectable and honored newspaperman father. Well, Mike was going through his dad’s papers over the weekend and found this, which the old man wrote for the Long Island Press, in the 70s the nation’s fourth largest afternoon daily, which toward the end of his career he served as editorial page editor. Mike had heard the story many times, but didn’t see the actual print version when it was published in 1974. Those years he was busy slaughtering trees so as to print “The Six Million Dollar Man” books, which unaccountably were deemed worthy of slaughtering trees for. It recounts an event that occurred during the storied 30s. Mike was glad to find it. He was also surprised to be reminded that he shared his old man’s fondness for commas.
