The Chicago Way

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Xlibris Corporation, Mar 27, 2010 - True Crime - 347 pages
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Traffic Tickets—What a Pain Every police officer is issued a traffic summons book when he is assigned to a district. The supervisors have what we used to call a quota on tickets issued. When an officer is assigned to the traffic division, he is expected to write at least eight moving violations a shift. But that is all he has to do; he doesn’t handle any crime scenes or domestic disturbances or whatever else comes along. On occasion, he has to handle a traffic accident, but that’s about all. Don’t get me wrong. I hated to write tickets, especially moving violations like red lights, speeding, or no left turn. Parking tickets were also a pain in the ass; all they accomplish is that the poor soul that gets the ticket now hates you. I guess that they are a necessity though, and maybe in some way they help keep drivers from getting too crazy behind the wheel of their car or truck. Personally, I would rather be out in the street locking up bad guys and harassing gang bangers. Some of these traffic guys really like working traffic, giving out their quota of summons, and putting a few drunk drivers in jail before they kill somebody or themselves. People that get stopped by the police for a traffic violation really come up with some original excuses. I remember an elderly lady that we stopped for driving the wrong way on a one-way street. This violation is usually an open-and-shut case. When I asked her for her driver’s license and explained why we had stopped her, she called me a liar and asked why wasn’t I out chasing down dope dealers or communists instead of bothering a woman alone in a car trying to get home. 20 DON HERION No matter what I said to her, she had a look of hate in her eyes; and if she had a gun, she would have shot me dead. When I began opening the summons book to write her the ticket, she pulled an acting job on me that was a beauty. The first thing she did was to roll her eyes up in her head and then grab her heart like she was going to have a heart attack right there. Well, needless to say, she hit the right button and her act worked. Even though I knew she was probably faking it, I didn’t want to take a chance of her dropping dead in front of me. I asked her if she needed an ambulance or wanted to be taken to the nearest hospital. She said that she only lived two blocks from there and that her heart pills were in her bathroom. She explained that if she got them, she was sure to be OK. Well, at this point, I was pretty aggravated and couldn’t imagine myself giving this wacky broad mouth-to-mouth resuscitation if she was telling the truth. Of course, I told her that we would be glad to drive her home if she couldn’t drive. She said no, that she felt better, and she thought that she could drive home OK. I said, “OK, lady, under the circumstances, I won’t give you a ticket this time but that you had better be more alert in the future.” I just knew that I made this old broad’s day when she thought she really bullshitted me about the heart attack. To top it off, when she was driving away, she winked at me and said, “Thanks, Officer, have a nice day.” The best part of all is when I got back in the squad car, my partner Bob was just shaking his head and laughing. It seems that he had stopped this old witch in the past for doing the same thing and she pulled the heart attack routine on him too. He admitted that he didn’t want to take a chance and have the old broad drop dead on him either and gave her a pass. The thing that got him was when her eyes went up in her head and all he could see was the whites of her eyes. Later on, we talked to a few of the other guys that were working in that part of the district, and they all had stopped her for doing the same thing, driving the wrong way on a one-way street. They all witnessed her heart attack routine, and none of them gave her a ticket. I thought, your day will come, you old bitty. Not only will I give her a ticket,

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This book reads like the diary of a working Chicago cop. Each chapter tell the story of one case that the author was involved with. The chapters are short and presented in a maner of fact way. I enjoyed it. If you were living in Chicago in the 1950's and 1960's, you will recognize a lot of the stories and the names that went along.  


The Chicago Way
Traffic TicketsWhat a Pain
Our Lady of the Angels Disaster
Election Day and Cops
Suicide is Final
The Dead Get Robbed Too
Youre Under Arrest Now What?
Ken Tokyo Joe Eto
The Japanese MafiaYakuza
Roger The Dodger Riccio
Gregory Emmett PaloianThe Paper Eater
Undercover Methods
Video Poker Machines
The Chicago Dungeon

Arrest Procedure
Surviving Prison
Prison Violations
Disciplinary Rules of Indiana State Prison
Louis TragasOne of a Kind
Martin Luther King Jr AssassinatedChicago Burns
The Bell Brand Ranch ScamChambers Arizona
Horse Race Wire Service
Jiggers the Cops
AngelKaplanSports News Inc
The Friendly Card Game
Richard Dick Cain
Sam Giancana and the Rosemont Hotel
Mafia Initiation Rites
The Corporation
Mario Motts TonelliAmerican Hero
Ronald W JarrettKill and Be Killed
The Gambler
Anthony Tony the Hatch Chiaramonti
Joseph Jerry Scalise
Public EnemiesTechnical Advisor
The Execution of Mike Norton
Some of the Alleged Mob Guys We Busted As Well As Their Associates
The Fat Lady is Singing

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