Lindbloom Chronicles

The Lindbloom Chronicles: The Knickerbocker Ave. Bambino Squeeze

Reading Time: Ch 13. The Knickerbocker Avenue Bambino Squeeze (WARNING: Graphic Images) So, it’s been a while since my last Chronicle. And there is a good reason for that. Simply put, I’ve been busy. Promoting my two novels and new clothing line, “Our Thing” Apparel, which just recently debuted in its first store. Needless to say, I’ve had my hands full the last few months. But I suppose I can’t complain. I mean, radio interviews…

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The Lindbloom Chronicles – Pawnshop Swaps

Reading Time: Ch 4. Pawnshop Swaps So just to segue from the last edition of the Chronicles, I ended up getting busted for selling steroids, although I was lucky to not be part of the Federal indictment involving Juiceman Joe and about twenty of his “associates.” But since I had been filmed (photographed) coming and going from his house for months, I was questioned by the FBI. One of their agents came to my house…


The Lindbloom Chronicles – Steroids & “Juiceman Joe”

Reading Time: Ch 3. Steroids & “Juiceman Joe” My mother stayed in a mental hospital for several months, which really allowed me to hustle hard from my house. But my neighbors soon caught on to what I was doing. Naturally, I had traffic coming and going all day. So when several neighbors told our landlord that my sister and I were living alone in the house, and that they suspected I was selling drugs, he…


The Lindbloom Chronicles – On My Own

Reading Time: Ch 2. On My Own Before I share anything more from my past, I need to explain something that will play a factor in every story I tell. My mother, Grace Tocco, was 100% Sicilian and the oldest of 5 siblings. Her parents, Old World Sicilians, expected her to grow up and marry a nice Italian man, preferably one from the “Family.” But it didn’t work out that way. My mother was a…


The Lindbloom Chronicles – My First Memory

Reading Time: Ch 1. My First Memory Before I begin, I first must preface this by stating for the record that I am no longer the person I once was. I have no involvement in any criminal activities. Nor do I associate with anyone who is involved in criminal activity. Today I’m a humble Christian who lives a simple life with my wife, far out in the country, five hours north of Detroit. For obvious…