Crescent City Corner

An Oysterman Gets Shucked

The young woman sat outside her father’s bar on Rue Bienville. She sat in one of several chairs lining the narrow walkway under the window of the bar that had Zimmerman’s Coliseum Saloon painted in red letters on it. The July heat was bad enough out here but it was much worse inside the bar. Add the exertion of serving customers, cleaning up and moving the crates of bottles around and it just made it…


Where New Orleans Buries it’s Dead Mobsters

Ever wonder where New Orleans, buries it’s dead mobsters? Probably not unless you have a bit of ghoul in you. BUT, just in case the thought did pop into your head, the NCS and The Crescent Corner, have compiled a handy dandy (kinda) quick reference guide for you to consult. I do have a bit of the ghoulish in me, and have spent hours walking around in NOLA cemeteries looking for some friends of ours….


Corrado Giacona: New Orleans Mob Boss (1922 – 1944)

“Pietro, I thank you and your son for the hospitality and the wonderful food, but this saddens me very much. We are friends and what I ask is not such a terrible hardship on a successful man like yourself. Please just say you’ll pay us the money and things will be as they always have been.” The men sat on the back porch of Pietro’s home. Pietro’s son, Corrado, sat next to him at the table holding a small…


The Prime Minister meets the Kingfish

Here come the Kingfish, the Kingfish. Friend of the workin’ man. The Kingfish, the Kingfish. The Kingfish gonna’ save this land.   Randy Newman The Kingfish Never let the truth get in the way of a good story. That’s true crime story teller, Gary Jenkins advice. I happen to whole heartedly agree. Mob myth has had some doozies over the years, and like fish tales they tend to get bigger and better as time goes by. Here at…


Silver Dollar Sam – Creation of The New Orleans Crime Family

“You came a long way for nothing,” said the man standing on the platform. He spoke with a slight Italian accent. The man he was speaking to had just arrived to New Orleans, by train from Chicago. The two men were close to the same age but differed in appearance. The first was slight in build and balding. The newly arrived man was big, with a scar on the left cheek. He had spent several…