Alienware 17 R4 2017 review
I like this story and hope some of you will too. Don't forget to read story number two after this...
STORY NUMBER ONE:
Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago. Capone wasn't
famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in
everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.
Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was his lawyer for a
good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal
manoeuvring kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.
To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the
money big, but also Eddie got special dividends. For instance, he and his
family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the
conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago
City block. Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little
consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.
Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved
dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had the best of everything:
clothes, cars and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object. And,
despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to
teach him right from wrong.
Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was. Yet, with all
his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son;
he couldn't pass on a good name and a good example.
One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted
to rectify wrongs he had done. He decided he would go to the authorities
and tell the truth about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished
name and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have
to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great.
So, he testified. Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze
of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street. But in his eyes, he had given his
son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he would
ever pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious
medallion and a poem clipped from a magazine.
The clock of life is wound but once
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour
Now is the only time you own.
Live, love, toil with a will.
Place no faith in time
For the clock may soon be still.
The things found in his pockets make me wonder why he didn't keep his faith. He must have had some or were they just kept to salve his conscience I wonder?
Watchful. I only bumped this thread up to the top so that I could tick it as resolved.. Have you read "Airport Names Part two"? If not then I suggest you do as it is quite interesting.
You don't have to post a message to resolve a thread. Just tick the box then click the 'resolve' button beside it.
I'm sorry I haven't seen part two but was waiting for it and assumed the poem to be part two. Will have a look.
[email protected]! I tried to do that but it appears to me that if no one has answered the original item that there is no place to tick the resolved button. I looked for just that but there was none there until I had bumped it up. Then I was able to tick the resolved button.
I would of bought a small island somewhere remotley & lived the rest of my life there & stayed away from the Mob...simple grassing then living amongst the ones uve just grassed is lamb's to the slaughter
Oh sorry I thought you thought that you had to tick the box and then post a message for it to go through although it wouldn't if you did that thinking about it.
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