7 Unseen Wonders
Unless something pops up, we're going to leave this post up a large portion of the day Friday.
Today, the tribune revealed (registration required) it's "7 Wonders of Chicago." The winners were as follows: (1) The Lakefront; (2) Wrigley Field; (3) The "L"; (4) Sears Tower; (5) Water Tower; (6) University of Chicago; (7) Museum of Science & Industry. The runners up were (8) Chicago River; (9) Millennium Park; (10) Chicago Blues; (11) Chicago Hot Dog; (12) Theater Scene; (13) Lower Wacker Drive; (14) Chicago Bungalow.
These are some pretty lame choices for Chicago Wonders, but we suppose its good for the tourists. In an effort to shamelessly cash in on the tribune's efforts and to capitalize on our latest publicity endeavor, we would like to have nominees for the following:
"7 Unseen Wonders of Chicago - A Police Officer's Perspective"
We want your stories. People you've seen on the streets. Places you've chased people into or hauled bodies out of. Buildings so fun or funky that every trip there was an adventure. Locations that never made the news because if they did, the mayor would throw a no-bid wrought iron fence up so quick, it'd make the fed's heads spin. Keep it simple - People and Places. We realize these are fewer and farther between than in days gone by, so we'll be expecting the veterans to contribute mightily to the list. PLEASE DON'T give away any good spots that guys might still be using or we'll see Pam Zekman showing up in a unmarked news van.
Today, the tribune revealed (registration required) it's "7 Wonders of Chicago." The winners were as follows: (1) The Lakefront; (2) Wrigley Field; (3) The "L"; (4) Sears Tower; (5) Water Tower; (6) University of Chicago; (7) Museum of Science & Industry. The runners up were (8) Chicago River; (9) Millennium Park; (10) Chicago Blues; (11) Chicago Hot Dog; (12) Theater Scene; (13) Lower Wacker Drive; (14) Chicago Bungalow.
These are some pretty lame choices for Chicago Wonders, but we suppose its good for the tourists. In an effort to shamelessly cash in on the tribune's efforts and to capitalize on our latest publicity endeavor, we would like to have nominees for the following:
"7 Unseen Wonders of Chicago - A Police Officer's Perspective"
We want your stories. People you've seen on the streets. Places you've chased people into or hauled bodies out of. Buildings so fun or funky that every trip there was an adventure. Locations that never made the news because if they did, the mayor would throw a no-bid wrought iron fence up so quick, it'd make the fed's heads spin. Keep it simple - People and Places. We realize these are fewer and farther between than in days gone by, so we'll be expecting the veterans to contribute mightily to the list. PLEASE DON'T give away any good spots that guys might still be using or we'll see Pam Zekman showing up in a unmarked news van.
posted by SCC at 9:35 PM
111 Comments:
People - 16th Street Boardman. This guy walked around every day in 010, rain or shine with a 2x4 on his head. The thing was about 3 feet long and if you pulled up to him and blew the horn, he'd start to dance until he got that board spinning so fast, you'd be waiting for him to take off like a chopper. Rumor has it that the board was nailed to his head by the midnight crew because it never fell off - maybe Cogley did it to him
old Cook County Hospital - everytime I went there I remembered Obi-wan Kenobi "you will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy." What a building!
Mailbox Mary, The Rush Street detail was never complete untill Mary came around.
"Mailbox MARILYN" (not "Mary")
Place- 6217 S. Calumet, best building to meet women in the City
I keed, I keed
People - Chris (Veg)stalk, I think thats his name. Wesern Ave. drunk in 022. The man is a wonder of science.
"The Wall", 4301 S. Langley
Bert & Frank's Liquors, 1572 S. Kedzie with numerous homicides, all just OUTSIDE the premises.
Parkside Hotel, 212 N. Hamlin, a one building crime wave
Its not as bad as it used to be, do to the fact they are all dropping like fly's but I would have to say: the zombie bustouts in Marquette park. When you turn on the blue mars strobe lights at night all the drunk bustouts look like zombie's.
10:19 pm - Bucket of Blood (16/Kedzie) Its a cell phone store or something now
10:16pm
Do you mean Christopher Cornstalk??
Got an 'open door' call at Steinmetz High School (3030 N. Mobile - beat 2511). Waited for canine to show up. I was elected to tour the basement with the canine officer. I was down there 45 minutes. There were hidden rooms, endless corridors with no lights, rooms that were large cells with boards across the floors to navigate over the standing water, doors that opened into nothing, and the musty odor of 75 years of decay all around you. The walls had numbers spraypainted on them so when you entered a room you could tell where you were going. If you left room "7" then went into "8" you were going clockwise around the perimeter of the building. I was never so happy to have my flashlight fully charged and my 9mm at my side as on that night. It was truly a crypt. I expected to see a hand come out of the dirt at any moment. Picture the ending of the "Blair Witch Project" when they go into the basement and the girl sees the guys standing in the corner and then gets bopped on the head, it's like that but 20x bigger. The size of the property and the square footage under the building are incalculable.
2 "Hall of Fame" Copper Saloons:
Mike's on Webster
The Slammer, Belmont & Western
The dummer boy at White Sox park
who wore the same T-Shirt from Bols dental floss every night
The old HQ building where there were more miracles preformed than at Lourdes
Or Counselors Row restaraunt back table where the Feds and Robert Cooley set up a few mobbed up pols.
The Gap clothing store about 2120 N Halsted. Used to be a police station. The basement had bars sticking out of the floor and ceiling( since reomoved but it still says "Police Station " on the front in concrete
Sorry to hog all the space but this was a great idea
The old morgue at 1828 W Polk St
There were bodies laying around on gurneys in the hallways and the receiving room,
Utter Chaos
And I remember two little boys, identical twins, laying on the same cart, not side by side but one s feet almost at the crown of the other's head about 5 years of age
They were apparently killed in a fire, both dressed in similar clothes just laying there.
5 years old and laying on a gurney in the morgue
Youll think Im sick but I remember another time seeing a beautiful young girl laying there on a gurney and can still recall her name Belinda Scruggs
laying there about 20 years of age looking like she was asleep
it was just too sad.
And always a smell of some type of chemical in the air.
NEWs FLASH***** NEWs FLASH****** Some shakeups in the chain of command in the Dept. I'm still getting the info but Risley has been promoted , Cronin took Risleys spot , & there is a new Gang Intel commander.
It's true. Dept supt. - a year & a half ago- a Gang specialist..........
Okay- this one is more "meta-physical", but relevant; almost like an unseen natural disaster for us at times, regarding our physical and mental well-being during our careers....
The sheer hate and dogmatic sadism flowing out of too many of our "family" on this job. Directed at the public, the mutts, you, themselves even- everywhere. Worse than the worse d.o.a. call you've had. Maybe just as bad as the worst thug you've had try to get in your head. Unfortunate but reality sometimes. Hope your experience finds otherwise. Hopefully that personality type coming on is becoming an endangered species. That would be a good thing.
(Good competitive creative counter-thread to the Trib Idea SCC... (remember Bob & Doug McKenzie... "Okay- New Topic, Eh?! ("Take Off, EHH!")
What about the west side guy who use to pull 15 shopping carts linked together with rope with his bike. Each shopping cart had stuff for sell.
146 N. Parkside. Never know when you'd find a dead body by the front door; one that wasn't there when you went in
1111 W. Roosevelt and 1201 S. Racine (RIP)
All of beat 1112 as it now stands. Might as well throw bars up around the whole thing.
The Somerset home. Argyle & Sheridan 020. A resting place for the criminally insane who are allowed to walk in and out as they wish. A real one flew over the coo coo's nest, a real rubber ramada. I had a call their once and when we finished and returned to the 1st floor via the elevator, A nutbag pulled down his pants and took a dump on the floor right in front of us just as the elevator doors opened. My partner turned to me and said.... I think he's glad to see you.
Place - How about the whole austin District? There should be a sign that greets people like in the suburbs that says "Welcome to Austin. 2 Drink Minimum"
Hey O'Grady...you can take that peer support counseling psycobabble and stuff it. Face it, we're just not that into you.
Update on changes:
Cmdr. Roti to Gang Intell from Field Monitoring. This position is sill open or being eliminated.
Cmdr. Cronin promoted to Dep. Chief of NAGIS
Dep Chief Risley is now Deputy Supt of Strategic Services
Dep Sup Williams is now the Dep Supt of Patrol. The Chief of Patrol has been eliminated.
I can't remember the name of the place at 16/Albany. It was a home for the insane. Went in there a few years ago and there were still people wandering around with the lobotomy scars from operations they received in the 50's. Sad, but darkly amusing too. It was exactly like the asylum from "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest."
"THEY'RE Just Not That Into You" YEAH RIGHT! Try picking up the sequel to the smash bestseller.. "I Just Can't Leave Him Alone- A Guide to Picking Up the Pieces and Moving On"
So where did Malloy go??
There should be 8 Wonders of Chicago, HOW MUCH MONEY DALEY /BURKE HAVE STOLEN IN KICK BACKS ILLEGAL, LAND DEALS SELLING SGT AND LT BARS, IN THE LAST TWENTY YEARS
What a site I saw mail box Marilyn after leaving the court at 11th and State go down to the lobby and piss on the floor.
The Slammer would bring back a lot times, but I cant remenber I was blasted most of the time.
Wilson Men's Club... isn't that right next to... (blood-curdling whisper) B-L-O-O-D - A-L-L-E-Y . . . (ch-ch-chiiiiiii.... kaw-kaw-kaw...) (and what about the `Nickel?! ;->) Now even THEY get their coffee at the S*bux down the block!
THE BUD BILIKEN PARADE/FIASCO
THE LOST CHILDREN TENT
NOW THATS A WONDER
Any trip to division/rush street would not have been complete without MAILBOX MARILYN sitting on the ground by the lodge flashing her tits or running up to some strange guy on the street and grabbing his dick. The out-of-towners all got a big kick out of this. One time we had to lock the nasty bitch up and she ended up in the holding cage in the old 018. I guess she didn't like it none too much, as she proceeded to squat on the bench and piss all over the floor, just like the animal she was. Man, did we get bitched out for that one - something along the lines of "if you ever bring that nasty bitch in here again...", I'm sure that you can imagine the rest. The other thing I remember about her is she used to sit in Dunkin Donuts on Chicago Ave. on the morning of the St. Judes Parade and give all of the coppers the finger as they paraded on by. What a work of art she is/was.
Ever been to the BIJOU? Supposedly the second floor was sectioned off with plastic sheeting like office cubicles with GLORY HOLES on all four sides. Never did have the chance to investigate that one.
How about the best police fighter families?
I nominate the (I forget their last name, a little help please)family from 56th or 57th and paulina. One of theirs ended up crippled by the police and they still fought every time there was a call to their house. I can still picture the crippled one in his bed in the back of the house as we're locking up most of his family. What assholes.
Sure 2:57, we know you never went there. Not that there is anything wrong with that.
Mike's Mike's Mike's Mike's Mike's
1633 S Homan. Biggest pieces of shit there ever were. More 10-1s there than you can shake a stick at and not because 010 couldn't handle business.
We handled it fine. We responded to 10-1's by SOS and the dicks many times. Used to hide the dope and gun in the wheelchair bound quadreplegic son's diaper.
301 post, are you thinking of the wisby's( not sure of spelling) they lived in 005 and 007 early 80's thru 90'2.
The Wisby family was outta 005. Me and my partner got called there in the mid 70's mama Wisby had a broken'laig and the power wouldn't stay on, we found a chicken leg in a lightsocket to be the culprit. Clan Wisby were police fighters, but they did not beef, and F-Troop did like to fight and go to 10-1's. Remember kicking the living crap outta someone who would even touch the police? And lets not forget the beloved Wollridges,Patricia Woolridge would call the police to beat her brothers up, five got so bad they moved!!
Mailbox Marilyn
Once I was working with a new recruit, I remember his name but will spare him further embarrasment
We were on Division st and I got Mailbox to try to grab this guys dick through the squad car window
He wound up running out the driver's door and she chased him around the car a few times screaming that she wanted to suck his dick until I was able to call her off
I really didnt realize that she'd go that far but it was fuuuuuunnnyy
If youre reading this I apologize
She was brutal. She lifted her dress up in front of me once. I swear an elephant ear was hanging. She was nasty. But funny.
Another one was Edith Brennan who would sit 1n the lobby on the bench of the first district on 11th St talking to herself. She had one eye that pointed north and the other pointed East
I first met her my first day out of the Academy on a spring sunday morning in 1977 At the time I guess she was about 60 yrs old
I was only in 001 for a short time, but Id see her occasionally though the years when we'd do prisoner runs etc.
A few years ago I called 001 to talk to a friend and he informed me that she was still coming in the station ( the new station) and had been there earlier and left
unbelieveable
I cant believe they pay me to go to the circus every day
Im gonna miss it
Plus every station would have its nuts that would come in and help clean up
At least 023 did and 010 also
These people would come in and clean for free mind you EVERY morning or EVERY after noon while they talked to themselves and would do a better job than the janitors who were actually on the payroll
The cookie lady
In 023 ther was a citizen who would bring us huge platters of these gorgeous home made cookies
about a dozen different kinds around the holidays
Then she stopped I heard she moved to warmer climes
I never met her but she was wonderful and where ever she is I hope the Lord has her by His side
" Doctor Lee " in 005. Early 80's when I first met her. Claimed to be a PhD., nutty as a loon and usually answered the door in a nightgown. We'd circle back sometimes to see which beat car returned to give her special attention. She was harmelss, but quite the nut.
313pm you are right on about 1633 s Homan what a bunch of animals but we had some good fights there. there used to be an all night diner on roosevelt just east of cicero this place wasn't even in chicago but I remember going there when Cicero called for help they were battle royals in the street blocking all of roosevelt with cars from 010 011 015 flying in the best part was cicero wanted to take all the bodys(never asked what they did with them)this place was brutal
Yea, Doctor Lee would call to have her husband (boyfriend) locked up, This was before the domestic battery charge. And you were right, on a few occassions after he was arrested there would be a beat car back at the house.
She'd also get angry if you didn't call her Dr. Lee. She said she had two doctorates and the old timers swore that she taught at a university, Chicago State I think.
Buck Whisby was not crippled by the police, but by the McNeil clan that lived on 57th and Hermitage, another police fightin family, also never beefed, took their lumps like the Whisbys. Earl Whisby would get high and then slap the paralyzed Buck in the head. Pa Whisby would call and say Earl's fuckin' with Buck, take him in. The scariest thing is that the Whisby's interbred with the Dye's. After their house burned down they moved from 007 back to 005.
Tony the bum, in the old 10th Dist. Always cleaning up the roll call room, even the paper that you needed. Washed himself in the 1st floor lav. The odor stayed for a week. Best thing was telling the sh*t-heads that he was the D.C., working in plain clothes. They would beg Tony to let them go.
St. Englewood Hospital, the male head nurse in the E.R. was from Nigeria, looked like Idi Amin, if you brought a prisoner in for treaatment, he would ask if they were police fighters, if yes, they got treated without any thing for pain. They had Dr. Lee 1, 2 and 3. The Drs. Lee specialty was removing roaches (still alive) from the ears of the human englerats.
Don't forget "Shakey- Baby" the bag lady with her huge wig of dreadlocks in 010. She would sit by the currency exchange at Ogden & Kedzie all hours. Hit the airhorn and she would yell, "Hi Officers!" and then do her little dance for you. She was a riot.
Boardman in 010 was also amazing. Sometimes he would have two boards on that head of his twirling in opposite directions.
You know....reading all of these comments....conjuring up some old memories...makes me realize why we do what we do..it's for us. The public benefits from our brotherhood. They don't realize the humor in these posts...and we're not sniping at one another...here's to being the real Police...thanks.
A GOOD OLD TIME COPPER DIED NOT TOO LONG AGO, ABOUT A WEEK BEFORE HE WENT I SAW HIM ON THE STREET AND WANTED TO SAY HI,BUT I DID NOT, I WISH I HAD HE WAS SUCH A GOOD GUY, AND SOOOOOOOO MUCH FUN TO BE WITH. ANOTHER USE FOR THIS BLOG, START SETTING UP LITTLE REUNIONS. ALL THE 60'S GUYS AND ALLOTA THE 70'S GUYS ARE GOING, GET TOGETHER GUYS AND LAUGH YOUR FUCKING HEADSOFF. IM HEADING TO THE END OF WELL OVER THIRTY, I'LL MISS IT DAMMIT, AND I DID NOT THINK I WOULD. ITS PRETTY COOL WHEN YOU GET TO WEAR A STAR WITH THREE BARS. GOD BLESS YOU OFFICERS
The cross dressers in 023 were always a spectacle
there would be guys like 6 ft 5 and 290 dressed in high heeled pumps like size 17 and a mu-mu and fish net stockings.
the same guy would be wearing his buddy holly horn rimmed glasses and lisping.
He couldnt understand how we were able to see through his diguise and knew he was a man
Plus the he-she whores that would make it into the lockup.
We'd freeze the water balloons they used for breasts.
I tell my friends that have educations and professions, that nobody has more fun at work than we do
I too am getting to the end of my career. I will miss it.
The E.R. at the old Englewood Hospital. It was like a Civil War hospital. Wooden wheelchairs...IV's in glass bottles. It turned out that the ER physician, Dr. Lee, a guy who probably saved countless lives of the gangbanging rats from the "hood", wasn't even a doctor! On a busy weekend night, patients were "triaged" by how many times they had been shot! Only one bullet hole meant you were sitting in the waiting room next to Alisha, waiting to pop out the next welfare rat!
Mt. Sinai ain't that far off of the Englewood description, is it?
In my experience, the only ER where even brawny POs will occasionally have to call for assits.
In the 60's in 009, (slant six days), the weekend 10-1's at the Egan ranch,51st & Lowe, the Conners asylum,45th & Wallace, the Proczek nut house,46th & Hermitage and the fine dining & drinking with the finest entertainment at the Jackter Hotel,47th & Kedzie, nice glass of beer, a shot of Jim Beam followed by a broken nose,missing wallet and no pants. I always liked the Conners house however, it was great to watch the drunken brothers leap out of the windows,usually out the first floor, sometimes they would forget and "think" they were on the first floor,sometimes the windows were open, sometimes not, but, as usual, they always "escaped",broken bones,bloody,shit in their pants if they wore pants......19-P
As my now decesaed father-in-law once put it on describing his retirement, he didn't miss the circus, but he missed the clowns. These stories are great!
Places - The old Br 41 on the 2nd floor of the 018 Dist station on Chicago Ave. Remembered fondly for the "trials" during the middle of the night, the hearing for the guy that got caught screwing the cow in the zoo when all the cops in attendence were mooing and making the judge laugh so hard he had to call a recess, and the start of "Operation Greylord"
The guy in 009, can't remember his name, that went everywhere with his sniffing rag and can of thinner. He had no brain cells left but was still alive. how he stayed alive is a miracle.
Speaking of Branch 41
Some of the officers at 018 were savvy enough to invent "night court"
An officer would put on the judge's robe and the drunks would be marched upstair to "bond out"
The "bond" was set at about 80% or so of the cash they had on them when they came into the lockup.
This was done to reduce the possibility of "heat"
The lockup keeper would flash his fingers behind the drunks head to signal the "judge" and he would then take the cash and "I" bond the prisoner.
Naturally the "proceeds" were divided up amongst the "night bond court personnell"
This was too hysterical for words and lasted until a particularly cantankerous arrestee cursed the "judge" was denied "bond" and remanded to his cell downstairs in the lockup.
The next morning the drunk had to go to the REAL br 41 and told the real judge what had happened the night before.
That was the end of that. When I heard this story I had tears coming from my eyes I was laughing so hard
I will truly miss this when I leave
Dept Chief risley, is one DIRTY DALEYS Personal ASS WIPES, hes a great buddy of the FBI, Hell turn in any policeman. Hes a SCUMBAG he had his wife moved around the department to spy for her husband he had promoted to sgt.
Just think about it if you had 5% of the bribes paid in the old BR 41 youd be living on the beach in Cannes France.
HOW ABOUT THE BURLAP-MAN IN 023rd DISTRICT?? M/1/35 6'6" 400lbs wore a nature costume made out of burlap sacks and had burlap luggage to match.....filthy dirty and mental....used to find him in the unlocked laundry rooms at night...what ever happened to him???
Burlap man was pepper sprayed so many times he started to like it!
in 016 one day, this guy ran a stop sign. i had to say to myself, kid, you are the real police now. i flipped on the strobes, effected a traffic stop, and issued him a personal citation.
to the 2:52 poster, i know the man well. he used to walk around 47th-51st with a can of strip-eze in his pocket and a rag soaked with the same stuff around his face. his face was red with burns from the stripper, but I left there in 1997 & he was still going strong. he lived at about 50th & hoyne or thereabouts. the name will come to me.
michael boike and his lovely wife bonnie from 47th and hoyne
In response to where burlap mans whereabouts he,s living in D/C Risleys basement they have a lot in common.
Mike Boike used to be a straight "A" student in high school, Mensa material. I remember Bonnie used to call up Domestics all the time, but Mike was too high and usually just fell down the stairs. Great stuff. Then there was "knuckles" one of the prostitutes from Halsted. She'd say if had fingers I'd be a secretary or something".
Another 4 Star Hotel centrally located in 023rd just steps from the liqour store is the CHATEAU HOTEL....it reminds me of the movie TAXI DRIVER when TRAVIS BICKLE was walking down the halls with JODIE FOSTER...Who lives there??Whores,pimps,crackhead hypes,sex offenders, he/she gumps to name a few..I think there must be hundreds of stories from coppers that worked this pisshole...I guess Travis was right when he said that it needs to rain to wash all the puke,piss and blood off the streets....I think he really meant UPTOWN in 020 and 023.....
Anybody from or still in 023 must remember 4536/4540 N. Magnolia. The Chateau and Wilson Ave. Men's club pale by comparison.
...and what was the name of that gin mill at Belmont/Halsted ? It was a gump bar with a 4 o'clock license.
2x4 on 16th St.! Hell yes! He could spin himslef under the board without the board moving! Have the pics to prove it! Whats even better is that he has a bosses hat badge on the knit cap he wears!
Karate Dan who lived in the 11th Dist lobby. If you gave him a coffee and lit smoke he'd behave for the night. Never ever give him a lighter or matches, you'd be answering garage fires all night near the station! He came in a few times with 2nd and 3rd degree burns on his hands.
Funny thing was is that he'd disappear for a few months every now and then. He'd come back in some clean clothes and the shit would start all over again!
A copper working on the desk got so bored a couple of times he actually had Karate pose for his art class sketches.
Had the pleasure of riding the train with him into work a couple of times on the Blue line. I'd get on a Jeff Park and find him trying to light shit on fire in the back of the train. I'd keep him occupied by giving him smokes the whole way in. He'd open the door and smoke all the way to the Kedzie stop commenting on how the city turned to shit because of the "damned cheap ass yuppies!"
Belmont and Halsted was Club LeRay
(AKA Club LeRoy)
One of my favorite Wonders of the World was the bull pen lock up at the old, 8th floor Branch 40 WHORES COURT at 1121 S. State St. This lock up was in reality the Green Room for some would be Broadway performers. The ladies would often rehearse what they planed to tell the Judge once their case was called.
When their cases were called they dance their way to the front of the judge’s bench. They’d always flash a big smile and sometimes more to the people in the courtroom as they strutted by. Once or twice I actually saw these hookers sing to the judge. Watching the pimps in the courtroom interact with their whores through sign language, winks and nods was always a treat.
I’ve considered writing a Broadway play about WHORES COURT complete with great Chicago music. I’m looking for investors for this project.
MICHAEL BOIKE!!! THAT'S IT! That dude had hardly a brain cell functioning when I left 009 in 1997. And I do remember "knuckles", the fingerless ho' struttin her wares on Halsted. 009 was a blast!!!
What about the whore-"Nipples" on 47th and 51 in 009. She would walk thru traffic showing them off.
The whores on North Ave in 014. Remember this one whore, very nice older spanish lady who was pimped by her son. He would solicit john's for his mom, the whore, who would come back after her "date" and give her son the money so he could go score some china white. I remember asking her why was she working and giving her son the money and she said"je's my son I love him"....Talk about family values.....
Club Leray Where men were women were man too.
Paul Chavez, a drunk who lived in the basement in 012 in the early 60's. When he was sober, he cleaned the station better than the janitors. When he was drunk, he would SCREECH at the top of his lungs. 100 S. Racine was his legal address, and he was a registered voter from the station's address.
Old Br. 28 at Monroe St.
Judge Sakawitz (phon) would run bum-court at 8am. They would all be thrown out to return the next day.
One day a business man appears in court who is charged with damage to property (while he was drunk). He is represented by one of his corporation lawyers who is having his first shot at his "Perry Mason" role. Just before the case is called an old snarley goof who was in front of the Judge was ordered to return with his lawyer, when the defendant mumbled to the Judge something disrespectful and walked away down the aisle the old Judge, who was blind in one eye, picked up the gravel and flung it at the goof hitting him in the back of the head then ordered the deputies to lock him up.
Mr. "Perry Mason" along with his client were shuttering in their shoes and could hardly speak as the coppers in the court were laughing their asses off. There was never a beef, this was true 1960s justice.
4536/40 N Magnolia was in 020 on BT2023 when I came on. I worked that beat for about a year and was in and out of that building at least three times a day. The managers apartment was on the ground floor and there last name was Stripe. Once i was in there and the largest cockroache i have seen in my life ( even after years on the westside since then) crawled over my foot. When i commented on it's size the kid that lived there said " yeah they're cool, we fry 'em up and eat em like shrimp."
Judge Walter Williams was all good. He was always ripping ass on the PDs, and he liked the po-leece. He used to take whores up to his chambers and get his head all full of wine. Loved to fall asleep in his pimp-ass Caddy in the lot and 002 midnight guys would drag him up to the chambers to sleep it off.
"There'll be a findin' of probable cause."
Regarding Walter Williams:
Can anyone recite the speech?
Defense Attorney : "Officer, was my client the DRIVER of the vehicle?"
Judge Williams : "Counsel - Don't you know that the Chicago Police Department ALWAYS catches the driver? Let's move on."
That's f'in redonkulously funny!
when can a p.o. be in a soaked magazine and not hear anything from the department....michelle wood
That Wood is ugly as can be.....
The whore from 009 was called "No Hands" not Knuckles.
What about the "WALL" in the wonderful Alligator Gardens. Every dead motherfucker from the Gardens is listed in there. Most are Homicides from their own peoples, some are from the police. In the tunnel, between the stores on 131st street. You didn't have to work in 005 to know about this.
One of the best sayings ever, as printed on T-shirts. "Sometimes we go to the circus, and sometimes the circus comes to us". WELL PUT.
just wanted to say ron rufo is the man!!!!!!
How about 146 N. Parkside aka The Murder Building
hey this is ronnie rufo..you are very right about me being the man.i also like chicks....
Best taverns: The toilet behind 11th & State. Hanleys House of Happiness, 79th St.
2 Wonders of Chicago Police history: The old Area 1,Washington Pk. now the DuSable Museum. If the walls could talk. The old Area 4, Maxwell St. Ditto on talking walls.
The swinger in Washington Pk. every day would throw a rope over a branch, spin until it was twisted up then hang upside down as it unwound.2 hrs every day. Another guy living in the basement of Area 1 would have sex with a carton of chocolate ice cream.
HOW ABOUT THAT RONNIE RUFO..WHAT A GREAT GUY
How abou the old white piss bum who hung around the 15th Dist. Station. The old timers used to say that he was a LT. who quit to be a porn star, hit it big, then became a hype, only to return as a bum..
I remember when the shoe shine boy stole a tact guys radio from his mailbox in 015. He came on th air saying who he was. In the end he sold the radio to some gang bangers living on Warren in 12. A search warrant was done at that house and the radio recovered along with the ussual guns and dope. The funny thing was when the Police riot started in the house. Everthing that wasn't tied down went out the windows..Couches, chairs, dressers. the only thing left were the roaches.....
FUCK THAT SHIT..HOW ABOUT RONNIE RUFO
let's talk about ruffo
fuck this shit man, lets talk about ruffo and gloves. What the hell happen to the both of them?
Beat cars 812 and 811 actually on the westend of 8?
I just wish Ceaser, the clean-up guy on 3rd Watch, would bring those fine ass polack braods back with him.
It made for nice eye candy, as opposed to looking at the herd up here, or the corn-rowed, nails did 80/20s down stairs in the deuce.
The "Rose" room of the old Fishbein Institute (the old morgue). The Rose room was also known as the parts room. It was nothing to find severed heads, hands, legs, torsos and such lying around. There used to be a hunchbacked admitting orderly who would unload the worst stinkers from your wagon, wash the stretcher down (before disaster bags) and hose out the wagon for a pint of Wild Irish Rose which you got free from gin mills along Madison St. (skid row)
Those WERE the days my friend.....
The pistol range under Soldier Field. Used for years until about 1970 or so. You could bring your kids down there and shoot. Of course there was no ventilation and you would be filthy when you were done.
If you want to get a feel as to where you tax dollar is spent go to the Rehab Institute and see rows of beds with quad and parapalegic gang bangers who were drive by "victims." I was told each one represents about $100,000 in care annually, paid by the good people of the state of IL. Just part of the hidden costs of supporting these sub cultures. Wish these shooters would aim for the ten ring and thin the herds a little.
HEY..HOW ABOUT THAT RONNIE RUFO..WHAT A GREAT GUY
Around 1958 I was about ten years old and loved in Hyde Park. I wandered around a nearby station on a hot day and saw a door proped open. I peeked inside this dark large room with a wooden floor. Five or six guys wearing suits with fedoras were around this spade sitting in a chair. They take turns asking questions about a stabbing and every time he answered he'd get wacked with saps/blackjacks.
I watched him admit stabbing someone and saying he's sorry. They pounded on him for quite a while. Then one of the coppers saw me and yelled, Hey kid!" I ran like Hell and avoided that building like the plague.
That's when I knew I wanted to be a copper when I grew up.
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