A hotel busboy noticed that Spittles had a gun. And what a gun it was. Police found it, and noticed its serial numbers had been filed off—a federal offense the last time I checked. They also found recreational drugs.
In the lockup, Spittles kept insisting—gun or no gun—that he'd walk in a few minutes. But not before he spit on a female sergeant, told her to find another female to have sex with and made rude comments to other cops who wanted to slap him.
But they couldn't. Because just then, in walked a powerful Chicago alderman and that alderman walked him out, just as Spittles had predicted.
"The Chicago Way," indeed.
"Spittles." "Pastries." "Little Pistol."
You gotta be kiddin' me. It sounds like a damn episode of "The Sopranos."
This was forwarded to me by my editor and he got it from Don Kates, who introduced it by writing:
The column...reminds me of a debate I had w/ Sam Fields [GeneralCounsel of Handgun Control Incorporated. See HANDGUN PROHIBITION AND SOCIAL NECESSITY] 30 years ago in front of the law school. Though he was volubly and OSTENSIBLY an advocate of total handgun prohibition and confiscation, when I pointed out that under NY's extreme anti-gun regime the publisher of the NY TIMES had a permit not just to own a handgun but to carry it everywhere, Fields response was that he saw no problem w/ "Punch"Sulzberger carrying a gun.