RIP Moe Green

Shifty

O.G.
There was this *** that I grew up with; he was a couple years younger than me, and sort of looked up to me, you know.
We did our first work together, worked our way out of the street. Things were good and we made the most of it.
During prohibition, we ran molasses up to Canada and made a fortune; your ****** too. I guess as much as anyone, I
loved him and trusted him. :lovecoupl

Later on he had an idea to make a city out of a desert stop-over for G.I.'s on the way to the West Coast. :cool:

That ***'s name was Moe Greene, and the city he invented was Las Vegas. :clap:

This was a great man; a man with vision and guts; and there isn't even a plaque or a signpost or a statue of him in that town.
Someone put a bullet through his eye; no one knows who gave the order. :dunno:

When I heard about it I wasn't angry. I knew Moe; I knew he was headstrong, and talking loud, and saying stupid things. So when
he turned up dead, I let it go, and said to myself: this is the business we've chosen. I never asked, who gave the go ahead because it had
nothing to do with business. :2 cents:
 

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