More snow expected today. I’m starting to think December is serious about this whole “winter” thing. Compare this with Decembers past, which held off most of the month. For the past few years we’ve been living in one of those animated holiday specials in which Christmas is always imperiled by some sort of mishap or perfidy. Santa always looks downcast and says “I guess there won’t be Christmas this year,” and the elves commit hari-kari and Mrs Claus sniffles into her apron and everything looks grim until the Abominable Snowman stands in front of a giant industrial fan and makes snow out of his chronic, incurable dandruff. Or plot-points to that effect. A few years ago, we got wet fat flakes a few days before Christmas, and everybody broke out the Bing: Christmas was saved after all!
I don’t think we’ll have to worry this year. This looks like a December that will lodge forever in the minds of grade-schoolers, and fix forever the image of wintry holidays with towering drifts and daily snowfall. Think of that when you complain on the drive to work this morning. It’s for the children. Not a small price to pay.
Lest you think we live in uniquely perilous times, a violent era fraught with the threat of random terror: on this day 79 years ago, a car bomb went off in St. Paul and killed Dapper Danny Hogan. Wikipedia says it was “one of the first instances of death by a car bomb,” which suggests other cities vie for the grim honor. Said Dapper Dan’s widow in true hard-boiled-moll style:
"I am sure there will be justice. If Danny had lived, he would have gone on the one leg they left him and taken care of it himself."
More here, complete with contemporary photo of Dan’s house. It still stands.
We oughtn’t romanticize the old gangsters; they were, for the most part, thugs, dullards, sociopaths, psychopaths and brutes. Now and then you had one who didn’t get his hands dirty, and struck a colorful public posture – but they helped corrupt the city in a way we can’t imagine today. We expect police to be clean nowadays; back then people figured that if a cop had a stiff neck, it was because he’d spend the day looking the other way.
Back in a while with exciting trash-hauling news. See you soon.


car bombs
We used to have so many car bombs exploding around here that the practice even got a nickname. The Youngstown Tune-up.