Miami, Booby Traps, and the Mob: What Became of the Russian and Colombian Gangsters Who Ran the Most Ambitious Crime Scheme in the City's History From a Dingy Strip Club?
Miami, Booby Traps, and the Mob: What Became of the Russian and Colombian Gangsters Who Ran the Most Ambitious Crime Scheme in the City's History From a Dingy Strip Club?
Business affairs generally concluded with a happy ending at Porky’s, but, it turns out, that didn't prove to be true for the plotters who tried to sell a Soviet submarine to the Cali Cartel.
It’s definitely high on the “only in Miami“ stories. There are a few others that are darkly. Hilarious, I don’t have the story I wrote about it in front of me, but one particularly fun. One was the drug traffickers who were going to land in the Florida Keys with a whole bunch of cocaine, but they were being tracked by a DEA plane so they diverted over Miami and they were running out of fuel so they had to start dumping huge bales of cocaine out the window of the Plane, and if I’m remembering this correctly, a bunch of them landed in the swimming pool at the home of a preacher who is having a birthday party for his child’s friends at the time. One of the bricks also landed on the roof of his BMW, and that was the end of that. Also, I am walking outside at the moment and dictating so if there are 1 million typos, it’s because I’m dictating.
If you tried to pitch this as a story concept for a “Miami Vice” episode, the writers would probably have rolled their eyes and told you to come up with something more plausible!
Forget an episode, I would pitch this as a fictional show along the lines of Ozarks. Miami crime families, mobs, drug cartels, and strip clubs? Seems like it sells itself. You could weave it into the Narcos Netflix series.
My uncle moonlighted playing music at the Italian-American Club and a cousin retired as an EMT in Miami Beach. My father, an iron worker, built many of the high rises along the beach, including the Orange bowl. Back in those days you only had two unions: the Ironworkers and the Electricians.
It’s definitely high on the “only in Miami“ stories. There are a few others that are darkly. Hilarious, I don’t have the story I wrote about it in front of me, but one particularly fun. One was the drug traffickers who were going to land in the Florida Keys with a whole bunch of cocaine, but they were being tracked by a DEA plane so they diverted over Miami and they were running out of fuel so they had to start dumping huge bales of cocaine out the window of the Plane, and if I’m remembering this correctly, a bunch of them landed in the swimming pool at the home of a preacher who is having a birthday party for his child’s friends at the time. One of the bricks also landed on the roof of his BMW, and that was the end of that. Also, I am walking outside at the moment and dictating so if there are 1 million typos, it’s because I’m dictating.
If you tried to pitch this as a story concept for a “Miami Vice” episode, the writers would probably have rolled their eyes and told you to come up with something more plausible!
Forget an episode, I would pitch this as a fictional show along the lines of Ozarks. Miami crime families, mobs, drug cartels, and strip clubs? Seems like it sells itself. You could weave it into the Narcos Netflix series.
Wow just wow! I was young, but I remember when Okeechobee Road and Flagler Street were dirt! It's so sad what has happened to my hometown.
It sounds like you haven’t been back for a long time
My uncle moonlighted playing music at the Italian-American Club and a cousin retired as an EMT in Miami Beach. My father, an iron worker, built many of the high rises along the beach, including the Orange bowl. Back in those days you only had two unions: the Ironworkers and the Electricians.
No not for a long time. Lots of memories there though. When I go I can't wait to leave!