The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Annals of Crime #67

Original Caption:

Chicago -- The body of a man with a "cross on his forehead" - slang for a marked man - lies under a one way street sign, late on May 29th. Police identified the dead man as Vincent James Sparri, about 40. They said he was gunned down by five men who shot him in the back twice and in the head at least three times. Authorities probed possible tie-ins with a recent million-dollar restaurant fire. (1958)


Tempest said...

Ultimately even the latest Souvlaki/Bingo Night at the Tiki Bar & Grill couldn't cover the vig.

Tommy O'C said...

Practically a damn firing squad.