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kikibalt wrote:Frank Bompensiero

San Diego Hit Man, Boss and FBI Informant

by Allan May

Before turning FBI informant in 1967, Frank "the Bomp" Bompensiero had been the most feared Mafia hit man in Southern California for more than 30 years. Killing fellow mobsters was his specialty. His reward from the Los Angeles Mafia was to be made boss of San Diego. When his long-time friend Jimmy "The Weasel" Fratianno found out in 1976 that the Bomp had turned informant, it took the Mafia more than six months to get the hit on Bompensiero executed. Later, after Fratianno had transformed himself into a media event by becoming an FBI informant himself, he said during a television documentary in 1991 that Bompensiero "had buried more bones than could be found in the brontosaurus room of the Museum of Natural History."

Bompensiero was born in Milwaukee in 1905. Not much is known about his early years. The first murders he was involved in for the mob turned out to be "messy" ones. In California during 1937, newly arrived Benjamin "Bugsy" Siegel laid down the law and stated that all West Coast gamblers would have to share their profits 50-50 with him. The lone dissenter was Lew Brunemann, a gambler from Redondo Beach who had aspirations of controlling all the gambling in southern California.

In July 1937, Brunemann was strolling along Redondo Beach with a beautiful blonde hostess from one of his clubs. Bompensiero and another gunman walked up behind him and put three slugs in his back. Brunemann survived. During his recovery period in the hospital, Brunemann was having his dinners at the Roost Café, a classy Redondo Beach restaurant, with one of his nurses. On October 25, Bompensiero showed up with gunman Leo "Lips" Moceri.

As a member of Detroit’s Purple Gang, Moceri had made a name for himself in the Midwest with the murder of popular Toledo bootlegger and gambler Jackie Kennedy in 1933. Thomas "Yonnie" Licavoli was sentenced to life in prison for the murder. Moceri was never tried.

Moceri, who didn’t trust Bompensiero, told Jimmy Fratianno about the murder of Brunemann:

"I’ve got a forty-five automatic and the place’s packed with people. I walk right up to his table and start pumping lead. Believe me, that sonovabitch’s going to be dead for sure this time.

"Bomp’s supposed to be by the door, watching my back to make sure nobody jumps me. I turn around and I see this football player … coming at me. Bomp’s nowhere in sight. Now I’m either going to clip this (guy) or he’s going to knock me on my ass. So I blast him and run out, and there’s Bomp already in the effing car … waiting for me. That guy showed me his color…"

Moceri then warned Fratianno, "If you ever work with Bomp, get him out in front of you instead of behind you." The police arrested another man for the murder of Brunemann and he was convicted and sent to prison.

Moceri then told Fratianno that on February 28, 1938, Bompensiero abducted Phil Galuzo off a Los Angeles street and forced him into an automobile. He said Bompensiero gave Galuzo a vicious beating before he dumped him in the gutter and shot him six times. Galuzo died in the hospital a week later.

Bompensiero then disappeared from the West Coast for three years. Moceri gave him the names of some people who would safe-keep him in Detroit, where he remained for two years. He then went to Tampa and was protected by the Trafficante Family. When he returned to Los Angeles in June 1941, the murder charges against him were dropped due to lack of evidence.

After the murder of Bugsy Siegel in June 1947, hapless Los Angeles Mafia boss Jack Dragna attempted to take over the local gambling operations. He ran into a roadblock in the form of Mickey Cohen, one of Siegel’s top henchmen who was not willing to relinquish any of the rackets. The war was on.

Cohen did not see Fratianno as his enemy yet. On Aug. 18, 1948, Fratianno, along with his wife and daughter, visited Cohen’s haberdashery shop under the guise of picking up tickets to see the musical Annie Get Your Gun. Outside was a hit squad waiting for the Weasel’s signal. Fratianno thanked Cohen for the tickets and, before leaving, shook the pint-sized mobster’s hand. What Fratianno wasn’t aware of was that Cohen had a strange fetish for cleanliness. As soon as Fratianno left, Cohen immediately retreated to a bathroom to wash his hands.

Once outside, Fratianno signaled Frank DeSimone. A car containing Bompensiero and three other men pulled up. Bompensiero and two of the men jumped out. At the same time, Cohen bodyguard Hooky Rothman walked out. Bompensiero, wearing sunglasses and a white Panama hat pulled low over his forehead, stuck a sawed-off shotgun in Rothman’s face and ordered him back in the store. As the other two gunmen ran past him, Rothman swung at the shotgun causing it to go off. The blast obliterated his face, killing him instantly. Two other Cohen associates inside the store, Al Snyder and Jimmy Rist, were slightly wounded by Bompensiero’s associates, but the gunmen never got to Cohen, who had a uncanny knack for surviving attempts on his life.

After this failed attempt, Moceri would once more question Bompensiero’s ability:

"It was Bomp’s contract, and he blew it. Listen, (the others) didn’t know Mickey from a lamppost, but Bomp did. They go in there and blast away at Al Snyder thinking he’s Mickey. Then they shoot him in the arm, for Christ’s sake. While this’s going on, Mickey’s in the shitcan, standing on top of the sink. They didn’t pump one slug through that door. Like a bunch of cowboys, they panicked and ran out instead of finishing the job."

Around this time Jack Dragna appointed Bompensiero boss of the San Diego territory. He and Dragna jointly owned several bars in the area, including the Gold Rail where Bompensiero had his office. In the early 1950s, Fratianno met with Bompensiero there to discuss plans to murder Frank Borgia, an ex-bootlegger still tied to Dragna. Bompensiero explained to Fratianno that Gaspare Matranga was trying to extort money from Borgia, causing Borgia to lodge a complaint with Dragna. What Borgia didn’t know was that Dragna was in on the shakedown. Dragna ordered Bompensiero to murder Borgia. Bompensiero told Fratianno what a double-dealing rat Dragna could be. Making disparaging remarks about fellow Mafiosi behind their backs was a habit of Bompensiero’s that would eventually lead to his downfall.

The murder plot called for Borgia’s best friend to set him up – a standard Mafia murder practice. Anthony Mirabile brought Borgia to the home of Joseph Adamo. Once inside the front door, Mirabile grabbed Borgia in a bear hug, while Bompensiero and Fratianno performed what the Weasel called the "Italian rope trick:" a rope is looped around the victim’s throat and pulled from opposite ends until the person chokes to death.

A side note to this incident: Joseph Adamo’s brother was Giolamo "Momo" Adamo, a onetime underboss of the family. In 1956, Frank DeSimone was about to become boss of the Los Angeles Mafia. That year, according to a police informant, DeSimone raped Momo’s wife, Marie, in the presence of Momo. The humiliated Momo later shot his wife and then committed suicide in their San Diego home. Marie Adamo survived her wounds and later married Bompensiero.

Next on the hit parade was Louis Strauss, better known as "Russian Louie." Strauss had attempted to blackmail Benny "the Cowboy" Binion, a former Dallas bootlegger and now a Las Vegas developer. Apparently Strauss made his threats unaware that Binion had known Jack Dragna for many years. Binion promised Dragna a 25-percent interest in a future casino if he would handle this problem. It took 18 months, but in April 1953, Fratianno enticed Strauss into a setup in California. When Strauss entered the house Joe Dippolito performed the bear hug routine, while Bompensiero and Fratianno turned the Italian rope trick again. This time, oddly enough, four other mobsters were on hand to observe the strangling.

Several years later when the casino deal had failed to materialize, Fratianno brought this to Binion’s attention. Binion agreed to pay Fratianno $60,000 for murdering Strauss, a payoff the Weasel promptly split among his co-conspirators – Bompensiero, Dippolito, and "Milwaukee Phil" Alderisio, who drove Strauss to the murder house.

In 1955, Bompensiero was convicted on three counts of bribery in the sale of a California liquor license and sentenced to three-to-14 years in San Quentin. He would serve five years. A year before Bompensiero’s release, Fratianno was transferred to the same prison. While together, Bompensiero related to the Weasel that while he was awaiting trial on the bribery charges, he killed "Red" Sagunda, an ex-Cleveland thug who had made his way to San Diego.

During the time Bompensiero and Fratianno were away in prison, major changes were taking place in the Los Angeles Mafia. Jack Dragna died in 1957 and was succeeded by lawyer-turned-mobster Frank DeSimone. The family, which would become known as the "Mickey Mouse Mafia," grew weaker under his leadership. When DeSimone died in 1968, his replacement, Nick Licata, would prove to be even less effective.

Bompensiero was on probation from 1960 to 1965, a period during which he avoided problems with the law and, along with Fratianno, sought a transfer to the Chicago mob. Only the Weasel got the transfer.

In the mid-1960s, Fratianno claims he and Bompensiero had a series of meetings with attorney Joseph L. Alioto, the future mayor of San Francisco. Bompensiero knew many of Alioto’s relatives back in his hometown of Milwaukee. One of Alioto’s relatives was the boss of the Milwaukee Mafia from 1953 to 1962. In addition, Bompensiero was the godfather of Alioto’s cousin’s child. Bompensiero tried to work out a deal with Alioto’s brother-in-law, Rudy Papale, to sell lard in Mexico. In 1968, when Alioto was mayor and under consideration as a possible candidate for the Democratic nomination for vice president, these alleged meetings with Fratianno and Bompensiero would come back to haunt him. Alioto denied ever meeting Fratianno and swore in court, "I do not know and have never met Frank Bompensiero."

Although Bompensiero and Fratianno were close friends and shared many of their thoughts and feelings with each other, Bompensiero despised another intimate friend of the Weasel’s, Johnny Roselli. A representative of the Chicago mob in Los Angeles and Las Vegas, Roselli, never a mob boss, commanded a great deal of respect. During the mid-1960s, Bompensiero told Fratianno about his reasons for disliking Roselli:

"These two guys (from Detroit) were having a feud and they went to see Joe Zerilli, each wanting the other guy clipped. So Mike Polizzi came to see me and this was strictly between us, nothing to do with the L. A. family. They tell me who they want clipped but I’ve got to do the job alone.

"As it happens I know the guy. So one night I see him at a party and I pull him aside. I says, ‘Look here, you’ve been having this problem and the old man’s given me the contract. I’m going to clip this guy but I’m going to need your help.’ Now this guy’s all happy, see, and I tell him I’ve got a bad back and I need him to dig the hole. We go out to this effing place I’ve picked out ahead of time and this guy starts digging the effing hole. Works like a sonovabitch, this guy, sweating bullets. So finally he says, ‘How’s that? Deep enough.’ I’m sitting down, resting, so I get up and I says, ‘It’s perfect.’ He starts climbing out of the hole and I shoot the cocksucker in the back of the effing head. Back down he goes in the hole and I fill it in."

Bompensiero then told Fratianno that he was supposed to receive a percentage of the profits from the Frontier Casino in Las Vegas as compensation for the hit. When the Detroit mobsters reneged, Bompensiero went to see Johnny Roselli, the so-called "man in Las Vegas" to settle the beef. Instead of settling it in Bompensiero’s favor, Roselli ended up with a percentage of the gift shop there. Although Roselli later claimed to Fratianno that one had nothing to do with the other, Bompensiero would always hold this against Roselli and would freely badmouth him to Fratianno and others.

In July 1966, a local newspaper in El Centro, Calif., reported that Fratianno’s trucking company was working on a freeway project in the Imperial Valley. As rumors of "Mafia control" became lead stories, an investigation was launched and state charges were filed against Fratianno, Bompensiero, and three others for criminal conspiracy. In January 1967, the charges were dropped against Bompensiero, but in the end Fratianno lost his lucrative trucking business.

Sometime in 1967, Bompensiero became an informant for the FBI. His first assignment may have been alerting the FBI that George Seach was on the mob’s hit list. Johnny Roselli had been indicted in December 1967 on charges of fleecing members of the Beverly Hills Friars Club out of $400,000 in rigged gin-rummy games. Scheduled to testify against Roselli was Seach, a member of the gang, who was granted immunity as a government witness. Roselli asked Fratianno to kill Seach. Bompensiero and others staked out Seach’s home, but Fratianno was soon notified that the FBI had removed Seach to Hawaii for safekeeping.

In the early 1970s, Bompensiero cozied up to Anthony "Tony the Ant" Spilotro, the Chicago mob’s new overseer in Las Vegas. Through this friendship, Bompensiero was able to do a little loansharking business in Las Vegas. In November 1975, he helped Spilotro locate and murder San Diego real-estate broker and investor Tamara Rand. Attacked in her home, the wealthy Rand was shot once in the head, once in the back, and three times under the chin once she was on the floor. The murder was carried out by Spilotro after Allen Glick, a mob-backed Las Vegas casino owner, complained to Chicago Mafia representatives that he was being pressured by Rand to make good on a promise he made to her following a $2 million loan.

After Nick Licata died in 1974, Dominic Brooklier took over the Los Angeles Mafia and things would go from bad to worse for Bompensiero. In 1975, Brooklier put out the word that Bompensiero was to be killed. Bompensiero’s loose lips and his constant bad mouthing of his mob associates, including Fratianno, led to this decision. Bompensiero would prove to be an elusive target.

As the months dragged on and Bompensiero was still alive, Louis Tom Dragna, the nephew of Jack and the acting family boss (Brooklier was serving a prison term), came up with a plan to put the San Diego boss at ease and bring him out in the open. They made Bompensiero consigliere of the Los Angeles Mafia. In March 1976, Bompensiero met with Louis Dragna and Fratianno in a restaurant to discuss family business and the pornography industry. During this meeting Bompensiero complained about getting rid of the "deadwood" in the family and was twice rebuffed for his comments by Dragna. When he got up to go to the bathroom, Dragna said to Fratianno, "He looks pretty relaxed, don’t you think? This’s working out great."

One of Bompensiero’s acts as consigliere was to help make a new member, Michael "Mike Rizzi" Rizzitello. The ceremony clearly indicated how far the Los Angeles Family had sunk. Bompensiero, Fratianno, and Dragna performed the initiation rite in Dragna’s automobile on a dirt road outside of Murrieta - Hot Springs, Calif. Instead of the traditional knife, gun, and burning saint, all they had was a sewing needle to prick Rizzitello’s finger.

During the March restaurant meeting, an FBI agent, sitting nearby, listened with interest as Fratianno talked about getting into the pornography business. The FBI then set up a dummy company called Forex and had Bompensiero endorse Forex to Fratianno and his associates. Fratianno, who avoided involvement with Forex, received a call not long after this from Rizzitello stating that the men who were running the Forex operation were FBI agents. He knew this because they had just served him with a subpoena. Fratianno and Rizzitello quickly realized that the endorsement to get involved with Forex had come from Bompensiero.

Fratianno got Bompensiero on the phone. He grilled him about the Forex operation, asking him where he got his information. Bompensiero made up a story about getting the information from a local pornography storeowner and told Fratianno he would check the guy out. Two days later Bompensiero called Fratianno and told him he had murdered the storeowner, a lie that confirmed the Weasel’s suspicions of Bompensiero.

As was his habit, Bompensiero would leave his home during the evening to walk to a payphone to place and receive important calls. On Feb. 10, 1977, the 71-year old Bompensiero took his last walk. On this night he encountered Los Angeles mob gunman Thomas Ricciardi, who murdered him. Ricciardi then jumped into a getaway car driven by Giacchino "Jack" LoCicero.

Fratianno would later meet up with Ricciardi and ask him about the murder. "Who was with you?" the Weasel inquired.

"Jack LoCicero. You know, that effing Bomp, he shit his pants when he saw me with the piece. He tried to give me a tough time," Ricciardi replied.

"How tough a time can a guy with four slugs in his head give you?" wondered Fratianno.

Like Bompensiero before him, Jimmy Fratianno eventually became an FBI informant and would later be forced into the Witness Protection Program. He testified at many trials and became a sort of rat celebrity appearing on CBS’s 60 Minutes and on documentaries about the mob. In addition, he helped write two books abut his life; The Last Mafioso, with Ovid Demaris, and Vengeance is Mine, with Michael J. Zuckerman.

In February 1978, Fratianno testified before a Los Angeles grand jury to his knowledge of the activities of the crime family and of Bompensiero’s murder. Indictments were then prepared. The U. S. vs. Brooklier, et al., began with jury selection on Sept. 30, 1980. The media pointed out that the trial would be "a real-life La Cosa Nostra vendetta being settled with full public disclosure."

Tommy Ricciardi had died during open-heart surgery in 1979. Because he was the one who had told Frantianno that LoCicero had been the driver in the Bompensiero murder, this testimony would not be allowed to be brought out in court. After a three-week trial, five ranking members of the Los Angeles Mafia – Brooklier, Dragna, LoCicero, Rizzitello, and Sam Sciortino – were convicted on 11 of 22 counts of the indictment. Ironically, each was acquitted of Bompensiero’s murder. In July 1984, Brooklier died in a prison medical center in Tucson.

Marie Bompensiero, Frank’s widow, sued the government for carelessly causing the murder of her husband. Fratianno was named in the suit. She was suing Fratianno for $1 million. Fratianno surmised, probably correctly, that San Diego and Los Angeles mobsters were behind the suit to either draw him out in the open or discredit his previous testimony. Both the cases were dismissed after three days of testimony.

In June 1993, Fratianno, suffering from Alzheimer’s disease, died in his sleep at the age of 79.
Don Frank
Frank "the Bomp" Bompinsiero and his brother Sam were kind of low lifers. Frank Bompinsiero was never a "consigliere" or whatever that word is. I never heard anyone use that term except in movies. The "Mob" called their attorneys "Lawyers",but I guess "consigliere" sounds better if you're making a Godfather movie.

Frank Bompisiero was a "snitch" and was whacked by Spilotro. Frank's brother Sam owned a bunch of "sailor bars" downtown. My uncle Joe worked as a bartender in one of his joints. My uncle acted like a "made man". My uncle was my mother's brother. My father didn't like him all that well. My uncle acted like he had class,but didn't. He lived at the San Diego Hotel downtown. Had a "hot plate" in his room and took the bus ,because he never had a car, to go down to Caliente to "play" the dogs and horses. He showed me how to read a Racing Form. You would have thought he was teaching me Rocket Science. He was very serious. My father would shake his head.

One time my uncle won a "5/10" at Caliente. He takes his winnings and opens up a produce store way out East in El Cajon. I'm saying to myself,"What the hell does he know about produce?"

Turns out he's "making book" in the back of the store. Had everyone believing he was Al Capone.
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Crawford, Conrad and "The Wild, Wild, West" . . . (PART ONE)

Actor Robert Conrad wished he could be a fighter, a guy who people would consider a "tough guy". It's not uncommon in Hollywood, actors are a strange lot, and the dimunitive size of Conrad perhaps led to his Napoleonic complex. Whatever, this is basicaly an essay on pride, passion and the danger of a weak ego.

I was born in a family of Film Industry professionals, not actors, but technicians. My family background dates back to 1927, the year Warner Bros. Studios opened in Burbank, Cal. The depression was right around the corner, and my grandfather needed work, so a neighbor informed him that the studio was hiring. "Just go down every morning at 5am. and wait by the gate, if they need extra help they might hire you off the street.

My grandad got hired, and would go on to become Warner's top lighting gaffer during his near forty year career. A few of the major films he lit were "The African Queen", "Shangri La", Rebel Without A Cause, Ocean's 11 (with the Rat Pack), "My Fair Lady", and his last, "Who's Afraid Of Virginia Wolf".

At the end of his career, my grandfather did TV, half-hour Warner's westerns such as Maverick, Sugar Foot, The Law Man, 77 Sunset Strip, Hawiian Eye, Surf Side Six, and others. This is where he would meet Robert Conrad.

A few years later, just weeks before his retirement, Conrad began production on a new TV series, at the CBS Studio Center, in nearby Studio City. The CBS Studio lot was formerly Republic Pictures, the home of all those B-Westerns, where Gene Autry and John Wayne got their start. The studio was built in 1928 and opened as The Mack Sennett Studios, named for it's owner, the silent era comic actor.

My grandad was under contract to Warner Bros. however, the studio honored the request of the CBS cinematographer who wanted my grandad to light the pilot for the new Robert Conrad series, "The Wild, Wild West".

At Warner's I was a frequent visitor to my grandfather's film sets, and the guards knew me when I'd ride up to the gate on my bike. At CBS, when I did the same thing, the guards got a little excited as I peddled thru the gate, like I owned the place. When I arrived at stage five, two security guards pulled up behind me in a golf cart and "apprehended" me. Luckily, one of the guys on my grandad's crew recognized me and told the security I was OK. They told me my next visit would require a pass.

I went on the set and had a blast. The pilot sold, and the show became an instant hit, right to #1, in an era of Western classics such as Bonanza & Gunsmoke.

With Conrad riding high on the success of "The Wild, Wild West", he formed his own version of Elvis Presley's "Memphis Mafia". Conrad's cronies were mostly friends from the film industry, such as his wardrobe man, Jimmy George, and a few stuntmen, such as Tommy Huff, who would box professionally briefly, and even marry Frankie Crawford's sister Chris, or "ChooChoo" as Frankie, called her.

Conrad's mafia would take on Elvis's mafia in touch football every sunday, and one of Elvis's body guards, Red West, would often hang with the Conrad group in the Valley. Conrad was married, and his home was on Hayvenhurst Dr. in Encino. However, Conrad was a player and also kept an apartment close by.

The Conrad group needed a club house, and that would be the home ofwardrobe man Jimmy George. The house was located in a typical North Hollywood neighborhood, had three bedrooms and a pool. After a long week of shooting, Friday nights would start out, and often end up at "the party house".

A young lighting technican, John Brumshagen would end up renting a room at the party house, when George's previous tenants moved out. John was barely 21, and had just started in the film business. Like so many kids right out of school, who become film tech's, John suddenly was making a lot more money than most his age. John would be the youngest of the men who frequent "the party house", most were in their 30's, like Conrad, and many were worn out, as the film world fast lane tends to do to people.

The older guys liked having John around, but John wished somebody was closer to his age.

One Friday evening, after John had come home from work, he found the house empty. He showered, and prepared for the party that would slowly get underway during the night. There was a knock on the door, and when John answered, he got the surprise of his life. Standing on the other side of the screen door was a familiar face, one that John had seen several times on TV, and it wasn't an actor.

"I think I know you", John said. "Aren't you Frankie Crawford?"

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

-Rick Farris
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scartissue wrote:[quote="dagosd2000BTW I was wondering where you went off to. I thought you ran away to Brazil or something with an exotic dancer. I'm trying to work something out like that.

Dude, your wife is from Mexico, mine is from Belfast. You know we're going to get our arses kicked if we even think about that. LOL!!!

Scartissue[/quote]

Scar
You're startin' to sound like Frank. There's an opposite side to my talkin'. My wife knows that she's the best thing that ever came into my life. I'm bad sometimes, and I think she looks at me like a little boy. I've said this before,my wife will always take the side of a man in a dispute with his wife or girlfriend. To make a long story short,my wife knows the most powerfull thing in the world isn't Atom Bombs or Mike Tyson's right hand. It's that little thing down there.

Here's one for the books. When I brought my "new" wife home to introduce her to my mother,my mother had a heart attack. However my mother and my wife were were extremely close. My mother was like my wife's mother. My mother knew that power women had. When my mother died(19 years later),my wife wept uncontrollably.
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kikibalt wrote:
El Gato wrote:Frank---

It's been more than a few days since I have been on boxrec. I am sorry to hear about your cousin, Jesus. May he rest in peace. Also to hear about Rachel's illness. We will keep her in our prayers as well as you with your illness. As you know, with our God there is nothing impossible.

Dago---

I heard from Rick today that you have finished my portrait. I can hardly wait to see it. Today Barbara and I were at a fund raising art show and auction in San Diego to benefit the Barrio Logan Chicano community and we spoke of your art work to several people. They will be checking out boxrec.

As for me being dressed up when we met I'd like to tell you a story.
When I was growing up, I had four brothers and one sister and we were very poor. I only had one shirt and one pair of pants, no underwear and no socks, only guarachas. Everytime my mother washed my clothes, I had to wrap myself with a blanket and wait until my clothes were dried by the sun. When I began fighting in Guadalajara my cousin, Jose Becerra, gave my mother money to buy my family more clothes so I got another pair of pants and another shirt. By the time I met you it was a number of years later and I had been blessed with alot of clothes, many of them purchased at a second hand store, but to me they were first class clothes.
If I have the clothes why not wear them. I am very grateful that I have what I have. My belief is that it when you are in public it says alot about who you are, showing neatness and respect. I like to set an example for the younger generation.

El Gato
Rodolfo & Barbara,

Thanks for you prayers, very much appreciate by all of us.

We were told by her son Bobby, who is a doctor, that Rachel has 6 to 9 month to live, it looks like we're in for a rough year.

Thanks again.
Frank
I'm gonna' tell ya' something from past exrperience. When my mother had her heart attack,the doctors told my sisters that she had less than two years to live. My mother lived another 19 years.

I'm sure your sister has a family around her like your family. I don't have to say any more on that. My mother lived beyond those docters' predictions because she knew her family loved her.Your sister is in the same situation. Surrounded by a loving family and a brother that makes her know that life is worth living. Dagos
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scartissue wrote:[quote="dagosd2000BTW I was wondering where you went off to. I thought you ran away to Brazil or something with an exotic dancer. I'm trying to work something out like that.

Dude, your wife is from Mexico, mine is from Belfast. You know we're going to get our arses kicked if we even think about that. LOL!!!

Scartissue[/quote]

Hello Scar.
Your wife is from Belfast.
Have you been there?
I was there in 1981 right in the heart of the troubles.
Those folks there were some very very tough people.
It was sad actually.There was alot of hatred and people were very hard.
Beautiful country but so much violence.
The kids were wise in not such a good way .Wise way beyond there years.
It was an innocence lost.
I spent a little time in Armagh also. Same deal.
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dagosd2000 wrote:
kikibalt wrote:
El Gato wrote:Frank---

It's been more than a few days since I have been on boxrec. I am sorry to hear about your cousin, Jesus. May he rest in peace. Also to hear about Rachel's illness. We will keep her in our prayers as well as you with your illness. As you know, with our God there is nothing impossible.

Dago---

I heard from Rick today that you have finished my portrait. I can hardly wait to see it. Today Barbara and I were at a fund raising art show and auction in San Diego to benefit the Barrio Logan Chicano community and we spoke of your art work to several people. They will be checking out boxrec.

As for me being dressed up when we met I'd like to tell you a story.
When I was growing up, I had four brothers and one sister and we were very poor. I only had one shirt and one pair of pants, no underwear and no socks, only guarachas. Everytime my mother washed my clothes, I had to wrap myself with a blanket and wait until my clothes were dried by the sun. When I began fighting in Guadalajara my cousin, Jose Becerra, gave my mother money to buy my family more clothes so I got another pair of pants and another shirt. By the time I met you it was a number of years later and I had been blessed with alot of clothes, many of them purchased at a second hand store, but to me they were first class clothes.
If I have the clothes why not wear them. I am very grateful that I have what I have. My belief is that it when you are in public it says alot about who you are, showing neatness and respect. I like to set an example for the younger generation.

El Gato
Rodolfo & Barbara,

Thanks for you prayers, very much appreciate by all of us.

We were told by her son Bobby, who is a doctor, that Rachel has 6 to 9 month to live, it looks like we're in for a rough year.

Thanks again.
Frank
I'm gonna' tell ya' something from past exrperience. When my mother had her heart attack,the doctors told my sisters that she had less than two years to live. My mother lived another 19 years.

I'm sure your sister has a family around her like your family. I don't have to say any more on that. My mother lived beyond those docters' predictions because she knew her family loved her.Your sister is in the same situation. Surrounded by a loving family and a brother that makes her know that life is worth living. Dagos
Thanks diego,

Remember my daughter Linada? you guys met her at the father & son luncheon.
Well, she is in the hospital with some kind of blockage of a bodily function,
she was rush into surgery yesterday morning, she too has cancer.

What's the name of that song? "Born Under a Bad Sign" "If it wasn't for bad luck "WE" (I) wouldn't have no luck at all"

What to do! what to do!!
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Expug wrote:
scartissue wrote:[quote="dagosd2000BTW I was wondering where you went off to. I thought you ran away to Brazil or something with an exotic dancer. I'm trying to work something out like that.

Dude, your wife is from Mexico, mine is from Belfast. You know we're going to get our arses kicked if we even think about that. LOL!!!

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Hello Scar.
Your wife is from Belfast.
Have you been there?
I was there in 1981 right in the heart of the troubles.
Those folks there were some very very tough people.
It was sad actually.There was alot of hatred and people were very hard.
Beautiful country but so much violence.
The kids were wise in not such a good way .Wise way beyond there years.
It was an innocence lost.
I spent a little time in Armagh also. Same deal.[/quote]

Pug, I had been to Ireland many times but never made it to the North until '90. Same game, troubles still going on. My wife and kids were there about two weeks before me so I'm traveling alone and when I hit Heathrow I keep getting pulled out of line for a random check and question. Of course the full beard and black leather jacket I was wearing didn't help matters. I must have just looked the 'type'. Ireland made it to the world cup that year and I looked forward to hitting the pub with my wife's brothers, throwing back a couple of pints and watching Ireland against Italy in the quarter finals. I'm all keyed up in this bar in the North, ready to watch a good game when the Italian team comes rolling out and some old guy yells out as surly as one could, "Here come the greasy bastards now!!!" Followed by a vicious "Yeah!!!!" Holy crap, being from Chicago I had been to some down and dirty dives where you bare your teeth if anyone looks at you. But in this case, I drank my pint and kept my friggin' mouth shut.

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I hear ya Scar.
I had the same thought when I was there.
I remember a guy who was a bartender here in Chicago in an Irish dive that I worked the door at.His name was Brenndan.
He was from Belfast and although he looked like a choirboy, you could tell this guy had been through alot.
Anyway one time this loud mouth drunk guy from Newyork got pissed at him for some reason and decided to come behind the bar to kick his ass.
Bad move.
New York ran right into a headbut from Brenndan to the bridge of the nose that Knocked him completely out.
I can still HEAR the crack.
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Crawford, Conrad, and "The Wild, Wild West" (Part 2) . . .

"Irish" Frankie Crawford had made quite a name for himself in L.A. boxing, by the time actor Robert Conrad purchased his contract. Crawford's long-time trainer, Jake Shagrue, would remain the voice in his fighter's corner, however, the actor wanted to be part of the action, and would carry the bucket and towel.

Crawford had proven himself among the best in the world, including future lightweight king and L.A. superstar, Mando Ramos. Crawford handed the young Ramos his second loss as a pro in a grudge match held at the Olympic. The bout was very close, but Crawford got the nod.

Having weighed in seven pounds lighter than the growing Ramos, Crawford stood his ground, and used every trick in the book, legal or otherwise, to control his strong, young opponent. In the end, Crawford got the nod, and Ramos would get revenge later in a rematch.

Crawford was close to a title shot, and he offered actor Conrad a chance to be seen with one of the roughest small men in boxing. Conrad would take Frankie everywhere, especially on Friday nights, where he'd show off "his fighter", like he was a champion race horse. Conrad began to take a noticeably more aggressive posture when in the company of guys who could "back him up". He thought nothing of starting a beef, and then relying Crawford, or one of the stuntmen he ran with, to intervene.

Those of you who remember Robert Conrad, when he was doing this show, recall he was a very good looking man, and he and his boys loved the women (and who doesn't). In Crawford's presence, Conrad felt as big as any man. Suddenly, Bob Conrad decides he's going to take out a pro license and give pro boxing a go. He boasted of an amateur career in Chicago, back when he went by his real name, Conrad Falk. Little eveidence could be found to support this, and his claim of having won the open class middleweight title in the Chicago-N.Y Golden Gloves tourney, back when he was a teen.

Suddenly, Bob Conrad decides to have the studio set up a boxing gym on an adjacent sound stage. A gym where his new stallion, Frankie Crawford, could train side-by-side with the actor, who would take a break each day to train under the guidance of Frankie's assistant trainer, Jimmy Gambina. All of Crawford's sparring partners would get extra parts in the TV series, this made Conrad happy, and further insulated his ego from reprisal.

Conrad had the studio publicity dept. take B&W still photos of him in a boxing pose. I saw one in the office of Mickey Davies, in 1971. I laughed when I saw the photo and read the inscription:

To my pal Mickey,
Keep punchin' pal . . .

BOBBY CONRAD . . . Chicago/165 pounds.

Pretty strange, I thought. Mickey Davies waved off the picture, "The man is crazy", he said.

About this time, Crawford is invited to the "party house", and this is when he and John Brumshagen met for the first time.

When John answered he door, he knew exactly who Crawford was. John had grown up in North Hollywood, where he had been a standout track athlete at N.H. High School. Brumshagen had just turned 21, and was a couple years younger than Crawford, and remembers noticing the featherweight because he was introduced in the ring, on TV, as being from North Hollywood.

From this meeting, thru the rest of the boxer's life, John Brumshagen would stick by the featherweight contender thru thick and thin. That's the kinda guy Brumshagen was, and still is. In later years, he and I would become close friends, and would also work together in the film industry.

The experiences I share, are a combination of personal memories and John Brumshagen's recollections. I've interviewed my buddy extensivly on Crawford, and his tales combined with mine, create an image of somebody that is both briliant and tragic. He was a hard guy to get to know. He was different, even more so than most boxers. He had a very strong sense of honor, but often, he'd confuse things, and he loved to fight. The bigger the opponent, the better, at least in the street.

With Mando Ramos' permission, I'll share a couple stories he told me, about Crawford. And a time When Crawford, Ramos, Ruben Navarro and Raul Rojas all met in Las Vegas and went out drinking together.


Anyway, more to come . . .

-Rick Farris
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Rick Farris wrote:Crawford, Conrad, and "The Wild, Wild West" (Part 2) . . .

"Irish" Frankie Crawford had made quite a name for himself in L.A. boxing, by the time actor Robert Conrad purchased his contract. Crawford's long-time trainer, Jake Shagrue, would remain the voice in his fighter's corner, however, the actor wanted to be part of the action, and would carry the bucket and towel.

Crawford had proven himself among the best in the world, including future lightweight king and L.A. superstar, Mando Ramos. Crawford handed the young Ramos his second loss as a pro in a grudge match held at the Olympic. The bout was very close, but Crawford got the nod.

Having weighed in seven pounds lighter than the growing Ramos, Crawford stood his ground, and used every trick in the book, legal or otherwise, to control his strong, young opponent. In the end, Crawford got the nod, and Ramos would get revenge later in a rematch.

Crawford was close to a title shot, and he offered actor Conrad a chance to be seen with one of the roughest small men in boxing. Conrad would take Frankie everywhere, especially on Friday nights, where he'd show off "his fighter", like he was a champion race horse. Conrad began to take a noticeably more aggressive posture when in the company of guys who could "back him up". He thought nothing of starting a beef, and then relying Crawford, or one of the stuntmen he ran with, to intervene.

Those of you who remember Robert Conrad, when he was doing this show, recall he was a very good looking man, and he and his boys loved the women (and who doesn't). In Crawford's presence, Conrad felt as big as any man. Suddenly, Bob Conrad decides he's going to take out a pro license and give pro boxing a go. He boasted of an amateur career in Chicago, back when he went by his real name, Conrad Falk. Little eveidence could be found to support this, and his claim of having won the open class middleweight title in the Chicago-N.Y Golden Gloves tourney, back when he was a teen.

Suddenly, Bob Conrad decides to have the studio set up a boxing gym on an adjacent sound stage. A gym where his new stallion, Frankie Crawford, could train side-by-side with the actor, who would take a break each day to train under the guidance of Frankie's assistant trainer, Jimmy Gambina. All of Crawford's sparring partners would get extra parts in the TV series, this made Conrad happy, and further insulated his ego from reprisal.

Conrad had the studio publicity dept. take B&W still photos of him in a boxing pose. I saw one in the office of Mickey Davies, in 1971. I laughed when I saw the photo and read the inscription:

To my pal Mickey,
Keep punchin' pal . . .

BOBBY CONRAD . . . Chicago/165 pounds.

Pretty strange, I thought. Mickey Davies waved off the picture, "The man is crazy", he said.

About this time, Crawford is invited to the "party house", and this is when he and John Brumshagen met for the first time.

When John answered he door, he knew exactly who Crawford was. John had grown up in North Hollywood, where he had been a standout track athlete at N.H. High School. Brumshagen had just turned 21, and was a couple years younger than Crawford, and remembers noticing the featherweight because he was introduced in the ring, on TV, as being from North Hollywood.

From this meeting, thru the rest of the boxer's life, John Brumshagen would stick by the featherweight contender thru thick and thin. That's the kinda guy Brumshagen was, and still is. In later years, he and I would become close friends, and would also work together in the film industry.

The experiences I share, are a combination of personal memories and John Brumshagen's recollections. I've interviewed my buddy extensivly on Crawford, and his tales combined with mine, create an image of somebody that is both briliant and tragic. He was a hard guy to get to know. He was different, even more so than most boxers. He had a very strong sense of honor, but often, he'd confuse things, and he loved to fight. The bigger the opponent, the better, at least in the street.

With Mando Ramos' permission, I'll share a couple stories he told me, about Crawford. And a time When Crawford, Ramos, Ruben Navarro and Raul Rojas all met in Las Vegas and went out drinking together.


Anyway, more to come . . .

-Rick Farris
Keep it going Rick,very interesting.

One time way back I was watching the Mike Douglas Show. He was doing the show from San Diego for a week. The setting was Torrey Pines State Park. Bob Conrad was his guest host. One of the guests is a "kite sailerr" . The "kite sailer" is explaining to Douglas and Conrad how he's going to run off the cliff and go floating out over the ocean.Next thing you know Conrad is climbing aboard this guy's kite and they both go out into the air. Douglas is about to "shit". But here's my take on why Conrad did this. One of the guests was Elke Sommer. I think he was trying to impress her.
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Rick,

Love your stories on Frankie C., I met Robert C. in 1967 at the Teamsters Gym where he used go on Saturday mornings to work out, I had some kids that would move in the ring with him, Frankie too would move with Conrad. He didn't seem to have much boxing experience.
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Frank
What are your recollections of Tury Pineda? I saw him fight in TJ against Cesar Sinda. I know he beat Mando,but I( think Mndo was about through at that time. Pineda ,however,couldn't get by Chacon or Little Red. But I always like to watch Pineda fight.
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dagosd2000 wrote:Frank
What are your recollections of Tury Pineda? I saw him fight in TJ against Cesar Sinda. I know he beat Mando,but I( think Mndo was about through at that time. Pineda ,however,couldn't get by Chacon or Little Red. But I always like to watch Pineda fight.
diego,

Tury Pineda was no more then a "Club Fighter", he was not in the same class as Chacon, Lopez or Mando, on the nite he beat Mando, well anybody could have beaten Mando that nite, but I agree with you that he was fun to watch.
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dagosd2000 wrote:Frank
What are your recollections of Tury Pineda? I saw him fight in TJ against Cesar Sinda. I know he beat Mando,but I( think Mndo was about through at that time. Pineda ,however,couldn't get by Chacon or Little Red. But I always like to watch Pineda fight.
Image
Danny "LiL Red" Lopez and Tury Pineda
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Frank
Remember a fighter by the name of Valente Vera? He beat a bunch of nobodys in Mexico and then ran into Chacon and Art Hafey.. Saw Art dismantle him on the under card of Ali/Norton. Vera was flashy,but he couldn't hang in there with a banger.


BTW,just went to the store for some ice. Man it's miserable down here. LA. has got to be a blast furnace.
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dagosd2000 wrote:Frank
Remember a fighter by the name of Valente Vera? He beat a bunch of nobodys in Mexico and then ran into Chacon and Art Hafey.. Saw Art dismantle him on the under card of Ali/Norton. Vera was flashy,but he couldn't hang in there with a banger.


BTW,just went to the store for some ice. Man it's miserable down here. LA. has got to be a blast furnace.
diego

I don't remember Vera right now.

Yes, its like an furnace up here... :(
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Frank
I mention this guy often when I write about Bob Murphy. Remember Clarence Henry? Radovich said after Henry broke Murphy's jaw,he was never the same. I don't know. Murphy's record is pretty good after that.
I know Henry fought in Chicago like Bob Satterfield did. I think these two guys had some "funny" fights when they fought in Chicago.
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Hey Frank
My grand daughter just e mailed me and said "Hi". I don't know about you,but when things are getting me down,my grand daughter Amanda and grand son Adam always give me a lift.
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Hey Expug has a picture on Boxrec .
Im the guy with the gray hair.

http://www.boxrec.com/media/index.php/i ... iggins.jpg
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dagosd2000 wrote:Frank
I mention this guy often when I write about Bob Murphy. Remember Clarence Henry? Radovich said after Henry broke Murphy's jaw,he was never the same. I don't know. Murphy's record is pretty good after that.
I know Henry fought in Chicago like Bob Satterfield did. I think these two guys had some "funny" fights when they fought in Chicago.
diego,

I remember Henry real well, I seen him Willie Bean live at the Olympic, 1950-51?, I also seen the Satterfield fight on tv, btw I have the Satterfield fight on dvd, a one rounder.. :cry:
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Expug wrote:Hey Expug has a picture on Boxrec .
Im the guy with the gray hair.

Image


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Thanks Frank.
I didnt know how to directly link the photo.
Now you guys can put a mug to my zillion posts. :wink:
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dagosd2000 wrote:Hey Frank
My grand daughter just e mailed me and said "Hi". I don't know about you,but when things are getting me down,my grand daughter Amanda and grand son Adam always give me a lift.
diego,

Your granddaugter seem to be like mine, one in particular, Keana, she is always sending e-mails with "I love grandpa" diego, we just have to love that, que no?
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Expug wrote:Thanks Frank.
I didnt know how to directly link the photo.
Now you guys can put a mug to my zillion posts. :wink:
pug,

You got more gray hair then I.. :-?
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kikibalt wrote:
Expug wrote:Thanks Frank.
I didnt know how to directly link the photo.
Now you guys can put a mug to my zillion posts. :wink:
pug,

You got more gray hair then I.. :-?
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