Chicago celebrated St. Patrick's Day this week, and the river was dyed green, and Mayor

Phallus Maximus wore kilts, and I published my Kool-A-Hand St. Patrick's Day epiphany.

And I've got my own column this week at John Cas News about my favorite St. Patrick's

Day movies.

So what am I doing today?

I turned to Chicago outfit stories.

Yeah, it's kind of perverse, I guess, you zag this way, or the world zags this way, and

I zag that way, or zag that way, besides, I'm partial to outfit stories that most people

don't know, or haven't heard.

There was one time I was trying to figure out why certain Chicago politicians were reportedly

winning a lot of money at Blackjack tables at a Caribbean casino, the one that had Chicago

investors.

A few statewide elected officials were said to be killing it at the Blackjack tables.

I mean, 50,000 and more a night.

Pure coincidence, right?

Well, politician says, I can't believe the luck I'm having.

Pure coincidence, don't be a chumble on, okay?

But every time I called the casino manager to find out why Chicago political hacks were

so lucky at Blackjack tables in the Caribbean, well, this casino manager down there just

wouldn't take my call.

Please leave a number, and he'll get back to you, the secretaries and the receptionist

would say, one week I tried day after day, and I was about to give up, but in the second

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