My paternal grandfather was an immigrant who settled in Brooklyn. During Prohibition, he ran a still out of his home, and bred Pomeranian dogs which, for some reason, were popular with gangsters of that era. One of his customers was Joe (Socks) Lanza, boss of the Fulton Fish Market. He took a shine to my grandfather and gave him a protected job driving trucks at the Market. My grandfather was never unemployed for a day during the Depression.
That's impressive. Lanza was a big timer, and that era was one of the most interesting mob eras.
