I grew up the son of a mafia soldier.
My Father worked for the Little Man Carlos Marcello of New Orleans. This is a recollection of memories from my childhood growing up in New Orleans and The Mississippi Gulf Coast.
This is a non-fictiona...
We would stay at The Cabana Motel when my father had business meetings in Panama City, Florida. The pool had music underwater, it was directy across from the Shrimp Boat Restaurant, a mafia owned business where he would meet with Mr. Trafficante and others. Next door was the Cabana night club where my father's associates ran a casino. This was the only club I wasn't allowed in beause it had strippers the main room. I would be left with a family friend at the Panama City Newsaper printing shop a block away from the hotel. The pool had music playing underwater.
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Cabana Hotel
I delivered newspapers on foot in the morning and in the afternoon I would help the printer set reverse newspaper print, one letter at a time. My hands were always black with printers' ink when I had this duty. In this office was my first exposure to power of the printed word. I witnessed the thoughts of one man being put onto paper and disseminated to thousands, an enlightening experience which had profound implications in my life, as I became a writer and a newspaper editor for a major newspaper. This was my first exposure to family business. I still have one of the typeset letters given to me by the printer.
