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Coolopolis' first-ever hometown loyalty awards

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  Chimples came up with another great idea today* - the first annual Montrealer International Loyalty Awards.
   So yeah, Coolopolis is launching theMILAs.
  The purpose of these awards? To evaluate the loyalty Montreal-folks show to their city after they become rich and famous on an international scale.  

Baruchel wins!
Jay Baruchel 10/10- If this Hollywood comic actor was any more proudly NDG he'd be a volunteer photographer for Mook-Life. Win!
Simple Plan  8 - When I was a young lad of 35 I made it my life's goal to hack into the Simple Plan bank account and siphon off their millions but SPLN or 1Simple didn't work on their accounts. From what I can tell one of 'em opened a restaurant in town and they supposedly give to local charities, so high marks.
Rico Zombie  7 - Not sure what to make of this local squeegie punk turned tat-model/actor/celeb but he seems to be around often.
Leonard Cohen 6- Talks the talk but doesn't walk the walk, as his claims of living on the Plateau become more laughable every year, plus he loses marks for his dreadful musician son.
Andy Kim 4- Mr. Rock Me Gently was a Lebanese kid whose dad cut hair where PdA once stood. He left town about 50 years ago but to his credit has recently shown up to perform at a charity gala.
Rico ranks high cuz we're not sure
Gino Vanelli   2 Doesn't spend a lot of time thinking of all those nights in Montreal these days since pulling a McGowan in the 70s.
Gabriel Aubry  1 - Aubry should pen an autobiography of his rough childhood bouncing around Laval foster homes and give the cash to charity but seems that Mr. ex-Halle Berry has other priorities.
Alan Zeman  0- One of Hong Kong's biggest businessmen has received an honorary degree from Queens but hasn't hit Montreal at all to speak of since leaving around 1970.
Jeff Skoll 0- Mega-wealthy Ebay guy hasn't given motherville a sniff since leaving at around 13 when he took the Camille Laurin Highway west.
Ivan Doroschuk Minus 3 Men Without Hats' lead guy lived through some tough times on Walker St. while waiting for legal logjams to clear but went to the west coast as soon as the money came in and openly mocked his hometown's weather woes in one memorable but regrettable interview.
Stephen Cojocaru Minus 4 Once-notable celeb-fawner attained some Hollywood notability thanks to his idiot buddy Joan Rivers but incomprehensibly attacked his hometown in an obscure biography.

*An intern here at Coolopolis Towers recently did a remote reboot Chimples' brain implant (it was remote because our legal counsel says we'd risk arrest for adding a chip to a simian brain so Chimples works from an undisclosed naval location on the high seas). To our astonishment the reboot upped the ape's brainpower and we've been getting much better productivity from the simian.

Montreal lawyer's defamation suit tossed out

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   So what are you allowed to write online when you want to share a critique of a commercial service?
   An instructive local verdict has been handed down after immigration lawyer Colin Singer sued Aynur Arife Yorulmaz $125,000 for defamation for a comment the Turkish man posted online.
Lawyer Singer, right, seen with show biz friends
   Singer has been practicing immigration law in Westmount for about 25 years and has a high-profile sideline managing the career of actor-model Rico the Zombie, aka Richard Genest.
   Yorulmaz, who is in Egypt, didn't show up to defend himself or his post entitled "been cheated by private immigration service in Qubec" (sic).
   Quebec Superior Court Judge Robert Mongeon noted that Yorulmaz, in his note, complains that he was encouraged to pay $3,000 after the site suggested that he would be a good immigration candidate - something that proved untrue after recent updates to Canada's immigration code.
  Mongeon noted that "nowhere is it directly or indirectly suggested that Colin R. Singer personally is responsible for the alleged cheating."
   The judge noted that claiming to be cheated by a website is not the same as accusing a lawyer of being a cheater.
   Judge Mongeon said that the demand for $125,000 is "grossly exaggerated" and "flirts with frivolity and abuse." So the judge awarded Singer nothing.   

Circle Road still got no swag

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   Think of Circle Road as Summit Circle lite.
   Crazily-wealthy Sam Bronfman was one of the original residents of Westmount's mountain-crowning Summit Circle while not-so-crazily wealthy Sam Steinberg was one of the first to settle on Circle Road in NDG in the 30s and 40s.
   Seventy years later the residents of Circle Rd were still imagining themselves to be part of that fine mountaintop tradition, without realizing that they are not actually part of the club they imagine themselves to be in.
   The street has long been infected with the Westmount-wannabe virus, and one initiative saw 98 percent of street residents inking a petition in hopes of joining Westmount.
   They wanted better snow clearance, lower taxes, a cuter library, more English services and increased home values.
  The street is not geographically connected to Westmount.
  The proposal would have created an unprecedented, separate island of Westmountness, a sort of Beemer-driving municipal equivalent of cold war West Berlin.
   The street, which is otherwise no great shakes, might harbour delusions of exclusivity due to the fact that it's a pain-in-the-butt to access.
   If you're in a car at the corner of Victoria and The Boulevard, you cannot even get to Circle without going down to Cote St. Luc, turning right and then going up Ponsard. A lot of driving for what? Who's the designer that made Bonavista a dead end?
  Ottawa writer Bill Conrod, who has penned a pair of books about the Snowdon area (Because what is there to do in Ottawa but wish you were in Montreal? -Chimples) - with healthy bits of help from contributors - has asked if anybody out there knows how or why the street was originally laid out as such.
   Please toss a bone in the comments below if you know the back-story.
   The only flashy bits of history from the street? A home on the street was the first choice for an FLQ kidnapping before the Quebec separatist terrorists opted to go west to take Jame Cross in October 1970. And it was also the site of a 1980 hostage standoff involving a downtown jeweler.  

Peter MacAllister on his life in the Irish Mafia

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Here's a Q&A I conducted with Peter MacAllister, 57, in April 2003.
   He grew up in Ville St-Laurent and found himself smack dab in the middle of Montreal’s fabled West End Gang, known for their bank heists and drug hauls.
   MacAllister's older brother William was near the top of the local Irish mafia gang hierarchy but ended up spending most of his life behind bars.
   Peter was best known as a guy who figured out how to best smuggle hashish into Canada but he didn't spend much time in prison.
   In MacAllister's novel Dexter our protagonist battles crafty Pakistani drug dealers, RCMP agents intent on putting him in the can. He has an armed feud with a pair of cocky, coked-up mafioso thieves all the while fending off purportedly friendly,
yet psychotic hit-men who’ve lost their connection to reality. Quite a yarn and all based on true events.
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Q: This character Dexter who rubs shoulders with the top drug lords, smuggles drugs and conducts armed feuds with rivals – is that you?
A: The book is a true story. Dexter is a composite character of real people. I had to do it that way to protect the guilty. It’s partly my life and part the life of other people.
Q: Are any of the tough guys in the underworld unhappy at your apparent bean-spilling?
A:  No, not so far. Nobody has said anything to me about it. People I know have read it and get a chuckle when they recognize themselves in it.
Q: It’s a brutal existence.
A: Yes that’s what I say in the book. There’s a mythology I want to break for young people attracted to the drug world. Today’s drug game is a pure, cutthroat capitalistic pursuit. Twenty years ago it was an adventure, today it’s a very harrowing world to live in.
Q: Some say the West End Gang is above all others because they bring the drugs in and other gangs are merely the foot soldiers. What’s your assessment of the gang?
A:  What they call the West End Gang is a collage of old bank robbers and English speaking criminals. There is no hierarchy where you’ve got somebody running the gang. They were mostly bank robbers when Montreal was the bank robbing capital of the world. One day the banks said ‘we won’t leave $100,000 in our cashiers’ tills and soon the robbers weren’t even getting enough money to cover their lawyers’ fees. So then they went on into a period of hijacking trucks then dealing in drugs.
Q: You seem to hold the legendary West End Gang leader Duney Ryan - who was murdered in 1984 – in high regard.
A: Mother (Ryan) was a criminal genius and a nice person. He wasn’t ruthless, you couldn’t put your hand in his pocket to steal from him but that’s the law of the street, he was very kind hearted and generous. He was an honourable man.
Q: And yet he had people killed, like when he hired Apache Trudeau to whack Hughie McGurnaghan in 1981
A: If you’re going to be in the underworld you have to be able to protect yourself, if McGurnaghan took a run at him, Mother had to straighten it out, he had no choice. That’s the point of the book, people want to get involved in the drug game, there are some rules that ain’t pretty or nice. If you aren’t prepared to play by them, forget it, don’t get involved. I think that most people aren’t prepared to either, which is fine. That’s wonderful. It’s an entirely different world from legitimate society.
Q: If you do the math on the amount of drugs actually apprehended, it seems like drug importers have pretty good odds.
A: Part of the myth is that it’s easy, quick, fast money, but there’s always strings attached. Smuggling requires a certain amount of sophistication. Those who work hard at it are successful. Those who think it’s a big yuk yuk or are lazy end up spending a lot of time in prison. You look back and when you’re 18 to 25 you think you’re invincible and it’s all an adventure, a rite of passage. I’d like parents to buy this book and read it with their kids and discuss it as an example of why not to go into that world.
Q: Yet you don’t have a lot or respect for criminals who cooperate with police.
A: People think that when a stool rolls over he’s doing society a favour, but he’s just a low life who has no pride in himself, he’s not doing it for the betterment of society. He is doing it for himself. I have respect for someone that gets caught and keeps his mouth shut.
A: One of more gripping stories in the book is about how the Dexter character hires a team of killers who spend a futile year trying to stalk and kill a mafioso who stole a shipment. Is that typical?
Q: Prior to all this nonsense with the motorcycle gangs, you could hold a table, that’s where the conflicting parties would be brought to a table and there’d be a mediator and they’d talk it out like men. Sometimes the problem would be resolved in that way, other times it wasn’t but at least you had that opportunity.
Q: A lot of the gangsters in your story become cocaine addicts and turn into aggressive, murderous lunatics.
A: That’s exactly what happens today. That’s why you get these motorcycle numbnuts walking around like al Capone. It’s the cocaine they stick up their nose that makes them think like that.
Q: Were you ever busted?
A:  I was convicted for conspiracy to traffic.  I don’t have any sour grapes, it happened for a reason. Inside I met young people and when they found out who I was they would come up to me and say, “you’ve been successful. How do you get away with it? We can’t seem to get away with it.”  I thought “my god they don’t know what they’re doing, they don’t know the world they’re in.” That’s what inspired me to write the book.
Q: So can a drug smuggler live a trouble-free life?
A: It’s very very very rare. I’d say to be completely successful in the drug game is a million to one. That’s what young people have to understand there’s always a price.

Great documentary on the demise of a Little Burgundy landmark

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   Check out this timely little video report by McGill architecture students Veronica Lalli and Theodore Oyama dealing with the demise of the Negro Community Centre, a Litte Burgundy landmark that was recently razed.
   The video has some solid interviews and even contains scenes of the demolition from a few days back.
   I haven't had time to watch the whole thing but the organic process of decline, dilapidation and ultimately demolition stems in part from the tax-free status of certain religions and almost-free status of associations as well as the bureaucratic hesitation to rezone from institutional to residential or commercial when need be.
   Anyway, to put it in layman's terms, things fall apart. Please feel free to add your take on it in the comments section below. 

Mistaken identity: Montreal police manhandle well-known actor on crowded bus

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   Shocking story here from Tristan D. Lalla, one of Montreal's most accomplished young actors, who recounts how he was recently dragged off a crowded bus and handcuffed on the sidewalk by cops who said he fit a description of a thief that had recently committed a crime.
   Lalla is black, as was the suspect they were seeking.
  Police went through Lalla's jacket pockets in front of dozens of onlookers, asking him to explain and justify each item, from his wallet to a Vaseline, which he carries to for his lips.
    Then officer purple pants (a brown man) tells me, “You’re being detained because you fit the description of a suspect. He just robbed someone at gunpoint not even 5 minutes ago. We’ve handcuffed you to be sure that you can’t reach for any weap—”
"I don’t have any weapons on me. I have done nothing wrong. I’m not the person you’re looking for.”
  After failing to find any weapon, police then headed back onto the bus to see if he stashed a gun somewhere.
   To his credit Lalla is vowing not to let it keep him down.
    Do know that this bullshit is not allowed to run my life through internalized rage. I know that the best students always get the hardest tests. I know that thanks to those around me I slept well the night that this transpired. I know that this incident is not allowed to define how I think about myself because I do not give it permission to.   
   Lalla also complained of being kept out of the St. Sulplice nightclub in 2011 because he was dressed in a hop hop style, according to the bouncer, who meanwhile allowed other white folks wearing the same style into the joint. 

Winter tires in Quebec - a nearly billion dollar business

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  Time to do some logistical breakdown to spotlight how incredibly big the mandatory tire change, complete with deadline, is to Quebec's economy.
   In recent days m any motorists have been going every day to the garage in an attempt to get their tires done, only to wait for a few futile hours before giving up as the joints are jammed and the lines are long.
    It's becoming a bigger deal than Christmas shopping.  
   One would have to wonder whether the provincial authorities put a lot of thought into the overall implications of passing this law, as the logistics are staggering.
   Consider that there are roughly six million cars in Quebec let's say each tire change costs about $80 on average.
   That's $480 million going from the pockets of motorists into the grimy wallets of Quebec's grease monkeys.
   Now timewise: if each of those six million cars needs 45 minutes to process, that brings your total to four million hours, in other words 228 years of man-hours putting tires and rims on every year alone!
  And all of that doesn't even take into account the cost of tires.
   Let's say you pay $600 for your winter tires and they last for four years. That means that you pay about $150 a year for your tires.
   Multiply that by six million cars- that's $900 million that we're spending on winter tires in Quebec.
   

Montreal rapper gets judge to strike down mandatory minimum gun possession rule

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   A local hip hop artist has struck a major legal victory by getting a Montreal judge to rule that a mandatory minimum for his gun possession conviction violates his rights under the Canadian Charter of Human Rights.
  Leland Kaluza's rights were trampled by a forced minimum sentence of three-years for being caught with a loaded pistol in 2007, according to a verdict handed down November 20 by Superior Court Justice Robert Marchi.
Leland Kaluza
   Leland had been stopped on the street and searched after being seen walking around with a pole.
   Police discovered the loaded gun wrapped in a bandanna in a side pocket of his knapsack and Leland explained that he only had it because he confiscated it from a friend and was wasn't sure how to get rid of it.
   Leland is gainfully employed, in a steady relationship with his pregnant girlfriend Alessia Williams and has no criminal record.
   His fingerprints or DNA were not found anywhere on the weapon and the judge believed his explanation made in court on May 16.
  Marchi said that slapping Kaluza with a three year minimum, after he already served 70 days in prison would be cruel and unusual punishment, so he suspended the sentence and ordered Kaluza freed.
   There is, however, more.
  Kaluza is also a part-time hip hop rapper and marijuana advocate who performs under the name Urbn Logix.
  After being caught with the gun, Kaluza was sent for psychological evaluation after telling a judge that his name is Yoseph Yisrael and that Kaluza is an artificial name generated by the government and that he could not be present because he has no body.
  If that sounds familiar, it's because another local notable used the same phrasing in court two years earlier.
  Physician-turned rebel Ghislaine Lanctot told a judge in 2007 that her name is an artificial creation and that she is a natural and sovereign being.
   Lanctot was known for causing a stir with her book The Medical Mafia and for opposing vaccination. She was tried for failure to file tax returns.
   The psychiatrist issued a report that said that Kaluz is ppsychotic and suffering from religious delirium.
  Kaluza, who is said by one interview to speak normally, denied vigorously that he had any psychological issues but chose the new name due to his spiritual quest.
   Others who share his vision, including Mon-k.e a(who called himself David Yisreal) and Daniel Topey, helped him launch the O Ciel Embassy on St. James near the Angrignon metro in 2009.
  Topey is an NDG rapper who was accused of attempted murder on a police officer. Topey was shot in the neck in a police foot pursuit in April 2007. Police said Topey shot first.
   The Eyes Wide Open Group, as they called themselves,  claimed that the O Ciel Embassy was sovereign territory.
   The O Ciel Embassy at 3255 St. James W. did not last long and another business now inhabits the premises.
Here is a description from their literature penned in 2009.
O CIEL
O Ciel is an autonomous artistic embassy whose territory consists of a walled enclave within the city of Montreal. It is the smallest free country in the world by both area and population.
O Ciel is a city-state that was reestablished in A.D. 2009 (S.T.Y. 6012) and is thus clearly distinct from the central authority of the E.W.O.A.P.M. known as the Artistic See.


The year in Quebec crime 2004

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   Here's a reprint of an article I wrote a decade ago.
   Those who threaten our peaceful ways with their lewd, deviant behaviour get their comeuppance not only in front of the judge's gavel, but also in this paper. For in the people's court of these pages, the miscreant actions are also unmasked, revealed and scrutinized. Those who dare read the Mirror's annual round-up of crime in Quebec be warned: this is not recommended for the easily outraged or those trying to digest a meal.
Celebrity poops on rug!Aging vedette Michèle Richard has launched no shortage of outrageous controversy and this year found her at her most inspired. Richard's annual episode took place in September, when she was
informed that her dogs were forbidden in her hotel room. She howled in protest, police came and she was handcuffed and taken to a cell - but not before leaving a steamy piece of excrement on the floor of the hotel room. Her lawyer later explained: "Stress caused a physical reaction of a sort that a material didn't reach its destination and her panties suffered a trauma." She denied speculation that the brouhaha was a carefully staged event to promote her new CD.
Update: She'd be about 68 now, still going strong.
They seduce horses don't they? Denis Audette, 70, was caught having intercourse with a horse in March 2001. "I'm doing nothing wrong," he told the animal's owner when caught pants-down. The owner caught him doing it again and again, a dozen times in total over the next couple of years. Audette's pièce-de-résistance was possibly the moment he was caught performing cunnilingus on one horse while manually stimulating another. On July 19 cops decided they had enough evidence to try Audette. He was found guilty and given a suspended sentence.
Growl for the camera An American F-1 fan snappin' tourist pix on Crescent inadvertently shot a pic with Jeffrey Sénat, 24, and Mitch Pierre-Louis, 18, in the background. The duo allegedly pulled their car over and beat the shutterbug savagely before stabbing him in the neck twice. Usually unreliable drunken onlookers shucked their traditional ways and jumped the transgressors, holding them until cops came. The baddies were charged with attempted murder.
Apache Trudeau scores the murderer, pedophile and informant trifecta
Yves "Apache" Trudeau, 58, apparently unsatisfied with the mere title of being the most prolific hit man in Canadian history with 43 notches in his belt, added "homosexual pedophile" to his résumé
after repeatedly having sex with a teenage boy unaware of his villainous past. Trudeau had served a mere seven years in prison from 1986 to 1993, a result of having turned informant. He has been on welfare since 2002, around the time he took to being anally serviced by the lad. Trudeau pled mercy to the court, noting that fellow inmates aren't crazy about either informants or pedophiles, of which he is now officially both, as well as a mass murderer, of course. He was given four years.
Slipped her mind Men don't usually complain of being raped by women, with one exception - the addict being treated at a special therapy centre in Sherbrooke who ended up snuggling with a fellow addict named Chantal Blanchette, 35. After coupling, Blanchette mentioned to him that she's had AIDS for 10 years. According to law you've got to disclose such a fact prior to copulation. The plaintiff, named Alain, also later learned that Blanchette is a transsexual. Blanchette pled guilty to aggravated assault and will be sentenced in January.
Another bum-pinching menace to society Léo Pelletier, 54, caressed the backsides of four women on Cartier Avenue in Quebec City, a deed that merited six months in the cooler. A judge deemed the Agriculture Ministry economist's misdeed more serious because he made the mistake of including a minor among the recipients of the Benny Hill handshake and was also caught drunk driving while awaiting trial. The judge speculated that Pelletier was suffering from "toucherisme" as a result of psychological trauma caused by his prostate cancer.
Prison rape is nothing compared to fights over the remote When convicted cocaine dealer Gregory Papadakis tried changing the channel in a Gatineau prison, fellow inmate Denis Philion disagreed with the choice of station. He pushed Papadakis down, injuring him. This all happened on Dec. 31, 1991, but after years bouncing around courts, a judge finally decided that Philion would have to pony up $60,000 to the victim of the TV remote fracas.
And they called it puppy love When chef Mehmet Yildrim, 42, saw a hot 83-year-old woman at the restaurant he worked at last March, he went into seduction mode. Yildrim flattered the old lady's appearance, put his hand on her thigh and got her phone number. The Turkish-born cook is said to have later visited the wrinkly octogenarian at her Thetford Mines home, where he felt up her apparently ageless body for about an hour. When he returned for more grandmotherly lovin' the next day, the woman complained and had him arrested on charges of sexual assault. He faces more court appearances next year.
Not enough pepper in the pepper spray In April, Jeremiah Thomas, serving a murder sentence at Donnacona prison, stabbed fellow inmate Saalim Speede to death. Prison guards nearby had tried to stop the attack by dousing the aggressor with pepper spray, which they later acknowledge didn't even slow him down. Prison officials were left pondering their recipe for pepper spray.
I confess. I did it. What's the crime again? Quebec City police were high-fiving each other for getting Simon Marshall to confess to a series of sexual assaults, for which he served 62 months, even though the victims failed to identify him as the attacker. In prison, he was thrice denied parole, as he was deemed a danger to the public. Authorities started feeling a little sheepish when he walked through the door this summer and confessed to demanding a BJ at knifepoint in Place Laurier - even after DNA evidence proved he didn't commit the act. Now authorities are wondering if the simpleminded man's real problem is confessing to crimes he hears about on TV.
Duelling vibrator cat fight Sex shop owner Huguette Tremblay of La Clé du Plaisir in Beauport accepted a misdelivered packaged destined to a competitor containing 70 vibrators, costing $1,082. When she passed them on to their proper owner, Veronique Fuchs's Love Boutique, the package was 20 plastic penises short. Trémblay was convicted of fraud for nabbing the dildos but given an unconditional discharge.
No sickos here Remember Daniel Cormier, 53, the anti-Gay Games preacher who ran for mayor in 2001? In March
the proselytizing zealot was charged with sexing up an 11-year-old girl, whom he referred to as his "wife." It was one of a series of child-loving misdeeds he is alleged to have committed between 1993 and 2002. The former Wisdom Party mayoral candidate was accused of taking advantage of youth he met in his work with downtown homeless and street youth. His trial continues next year.
Babysitter must eat poo-poo A 28-year-old mother in St-Anne-de-Beaupré was sentenced to two years less a day for visiting her babysitter with a friend and beating him and forcing him to eat his own excrement and drink his own urine. The mother was angry that the babysitting 18-year-old boy, considered slightly retarded, had allegedly sexually assaulted her seven- and three-year-olds. The duo detained the boy for over an hour and threatened to detach his penis. The boy faces charges of sexual assault on the minors.
Man-child court A 34-year-old Terrebonne father of three was tried as a minor after a cold case squad linked him to the murder of Paul-Emile Bértrand, 56, in a botched robbery on Beaubien in October 1986. Investigators found DNA evidence that pointed to the textile worker, whose name is withheld as he was a minor at the time of the crime. The man is the first adult to be tried in Quebec youth court. He pled guilty to involuntary homicide and was sentenced to two years less a day, served in the community.
Home renovations cost more these days Pierre Saintonge, 55 and Marc Denicolai, 47, were doing repairs on the house of an 81-year-old woman in Vieux Longueuil, who paid them in cash for their work. The men worked a gruelling two hours a day for seven months and charged her half-a-million for their labours, which started in March 2002. They were busted this year: Saintonge got five years in prison, Denicolai two years less a day. Both were ordered to pay back the dough.
Something to do in St. Eustache In early October, Jonathan Bonneau, 20, of St, Eustache, was charged with building three bombs with butane, air purifier, propane, etc. and popping one in the dumpster behind the local Dollarama. Police say he then put one in a Saturn and then an SUV, leaving $60,000 of damage in his wake. Another bomb failed to blow and cops say they quickly lifted his fingerprints off the tape holding that one together.
Breaking up is hard to do Annie Simard, 31, a Boisbriand mother of two, was dumped by her boyfriend Gilles Ravel, 35. The couple had been lovers for 12 years. Police say she went to his house, knocked him out with a Mickey Finn and, as he was falling asleep from the spiked cocktail, strangled him with a rope. But Ravel didn't quite succumb, and indeed recovered enough to call 911. Simard was charged with attempted murder the next day.
The naughty schoolteacher Former Lachute city council candidate Louis Laurin, a private school teacher, was sentenced to three years for turning a 14-year-old into his mistress. Although his wife was seen participating in some of the videos, the court let her off, mainly because of her "passive" role. The couple separated, and the once-praised schoolteacher declared bankruptcy.
A lame business plan When Steve Parizeault lost a leg in a train mishap, he was compensated with enough cash to buy an apartment building for his mom and cars for his brothers. He also had enough loot to start his own business as a crack cocaine dealer. It wasn't a great career choice, as the Rough Riders Gang in LaSalle warned him repeatedly that he was encroaching on their turf. On January 17, the one-legged dealer was gunned down. Alleged gang member Daryl Griffith, 18, was charged with the murder.
Update: Steve's half-brother John, who also survived the attack, was shot down three years later. That's him in the photo.
Shopaholic mother turns fraud artist Quebec City's Lise Giguère, scored a windfall with compensation cash when cop hubby Jacques was killed by a crooked colleague Serge Lefebvre in 1985. Giguère promptly became a spendaholic. After the cash ran out, she got a job at Robert Bury construction supplies, whom she bilked for $966,500 by manipulating the payroll before being nailed this year. Before getting two years, she told the judge that she blamed her employer for their poor surveillance of her work, and was trying to compensate for her children's lack of a father with heaps of consumer goods.
Some wet dream At a trial in Hull, a 49-year-old man argued that he wasn't guilty of molesting a 14-year-old girl in March 2002 because he did it while sleepwalking. It didn't work. He was found guilty but is appealing.
I SAID I LIKE MY STEAK RARE!!!! Sophie Lévesque and Christian Dussault of Val-Bélair invited Stéphane Laroche to dinner in August. Police say that Laroche, for reasons unclear, entered and committed the social faux pas of attempting to kill his hosts with a knife. Both survived the bad table manners and Laroche was charged with attempted murder.
Valentine's surprise Tak Fu Deer bunked on the top and his sister Lai-Wah, 51, bunked on the bottom at 2709 Rosemont until the day she irritated him by accusing him of mooching food. He strangled her on Valentine's Day. Deer left her dead in bed until she was found by relatives several days later, her face apparently having been nibbled at by rats running rampant in the home. He was brought into the Pinel Institute for long-term psychiatric evaluation.
Finally a store that welcomes shoplifters! Maria Milagros Pardes Pinedo, 33, and Kelly Aliago Castro, 24, were busted at 6442 St-Laurent for allegedly running a store that specialized in shoplifted clothing. They had 2,000 articles worth $250,000. Their thievin' suppliers weren't caught.
Love knows no bounds A 14-year-old from Donnacona was found guilty in August of smacking her sleeping stepfather on the head with a skillet and then stabbing him to death. She was upset because he agreed with her mom that she shouldn't continue dating her 20-year-old boyfriend.
He could always try tunnelling out of prison Celebrity criminal Marcel Talon, best known for his attempt to tunnel into the Bank of Montreal in 1993, believed he had won immunity for past crimes. This led him to confess to two bombing murders in his autobiography. It was such a hit that it was made into the movie Le Dernier tunnel. Unfortunately prosecutors didn't consider him as immune as he considered himself. His confessed crimes led them to formally charge him with murder this year.

A backside to be admired from a distance MC Mario, who was recently found guilty of sexual assault after a February 2002 smoochfest in St-Jérôme, explained that he was only accused because one of the victims was offended when he
mistakenly assumed she was a prostitute. In an interview with Photo Police prior to the verdict, Mario had expressed mixed feelings about his accuser. "She's got quite a personality, but she's also got an amazing bum."

Montreal photos that can never be unseen once seen

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Now that you've seen the pride of the Point, Gump Worsley and Rangers' forward Andy Bathgate together in the shower in 1962 you can never unsee it.
   The Gump, on the left of course, with his fist cocked, was 32 at the time, while handsome Andy was 30.
   Gup put up some solid seasons in New York, but the Rangers traded him to the Habs the next year, not sure whether it had anything to do with his naked shower antics.
  Back in his hometown of emptyell Gump won a couple of Vezina awards for best goaltendering.
   Gump, who could be quite a grump, played in the NHL until the age of 44.
   If you want to see this pic in its uncensored form here's the link.




This studly young movie-star handsome kid made headlines after the war when he killed a family man from Montreal at a New York City hotel room.
   Ralph Edmund Barrows, 19, of Grand Rapids killed a Montrealer named Colin Cameron MacKellar, 56, who was in New York for business.  
  The two met in the hotel bar of the Waldorf Astoria and MacKellar invited the young man to his room in early November 1948.
   You can use your imagination to figure the textile salesman might have invited this young stud to his room for a late night drink.
   But Barrows then beat MacKellar to death.    Barrows had left a matchbook at the scene of the crime and police simply went down there and found him.
   He confessed. Sorry for the lousy photo, I'm too cheap to lay out the $20 for it on Ebay.

  This photo, which took some getting on my part, and has never - to my knowledge - been published, shows the apartment on De Maisonneuve near Guy where a VCR blew up in November 1984, a fatal blast set in retaliation for the murder 12 days earlier of Dunie Ryan at Nittolo's on St. James St. West.







   This photo was taken from an ad for the Salon Du-Charm at 4801 Henri Bourassa E., which appeared in an ad in Police Plus* of July 8, 1994."You want to escape the ordinary while keeping a normal appearance? Gentlemen for a haircut there's only one place in Montreal for you, the Salon Du-Charm. Professional hairdressers , with many years experience, working in next to nothing, welcome you in a relaxed ad unique atmosphere. Let yourself be charmed!"
  My one regret in life is that I can't go back in time and visit this place because that's a heckuvan ad!
*Police Plus was a crime rag put out by Robert Monastesse, who also worked as a prison guard. He wrote a lengthy expose of the Rock Machine gang - which I might actually own - and was, sometime later, shot at his home by an unknown assailant. He survived but his publication did not. 


Montreal rapper gets pimping sentence reduced

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A Montreal rapper recently sentenced to four years for savagely pimping his girlfriend will be serving a lot less time than expected.
  Jahmane Bolton, known as FROST, was sentenced to four years incarceration on January 17 but in June another judge lowered that sentence to 18 months.
  So Bolton will be a free man in June 2015 and likely much earlier. Heck with thirds of his sentence now already he could be free now even.
   According to reports he forced his girlfriend to become a stripper and prostitute and beat her badly if she didn't bring home enough cash, he'd force her to plead with him for food and cab money when she needed it. She reported him for domestic violence and police determined that she was being pimped. We assume there were drugs involved.
  Bolton has a few videos on YouTube that appear to have cost someone some serious dough.
   They have not resulted in many views.
   In his most recent effort from about a year ago he stops the video a couple of time to talk to the camera where he sheds light on his world view which is the standard bragging.
"Any party I go to, I'm in the lineup and they take me out of the lineup because they recognize me."
"We hit every single corner of the centre-ville... my money stays up like pants with a belt.."
   Blah blah blah.
   Not all rappers are involved in crime, of course and I'm told that many of them are exceedingly talented and a handful are touring the world and impressing with their skills. A new tech-savvy generation is also emerging that is showing great promise but alas some, sadly, are still not doing such great things. 

Verdun murder: cops seek woman as potential witness

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   More on the murder of Peter Clement, who was stabbed to death on Allen St. in Verdun on Friday November 21. 
   Police are reportedly now scouring the city for a woman who they believe might have important information relating to the crime. 
   Clement was reportedly a drug dealer who ran afoul of his partners by falling into debt after consuming some of the rock cocaine he was selling.  
   The woman is described as being white, pretty and about 35 years old. She is usually easy to find in the Verdun area, although she is not known to wear provocative clothing as befits her occasional professional pursuit.
   The woman struck a good friendship with the victim as they became intimate as they partied together. She may or may not have knowledge of the events that led to the killing and she might be in hiding in Verdun.    

The life and death of the West End Gang's John Slawvey

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     Giant-sized West End Gang member John Slawvey is back in the news lately after a criminologist listed him among the people Quebec police forces assassinated over the years.
   I recently interviewed his then-girlfriend who was waiting for Slawvey, 38, to return home from a bar on St. James St. W. (he had no alcohol in his system when killed) on the night that he was shot by police.
   The girlfriend sheds light on another possibility that might have led to the shooting, more on that below.
   According to an official report, police shot Slawvey 20 times in the indoor parking lot at 2555 Benny on May 15, 1976 at about 3:30 a.m.
  He exited his 1974 Chrysler and police, who were waiting for him, yelled at him "police don't move."
  Police later suggested that they waited in the parking lot because his apartment door was barricaded. They did not, however, knock on the door upstairs prior to hiding in the parking lot that evening.
  The six officers present all later swore that Slawvey walked forward, crouched down and produced a shiny metal revolver, a Hopkins Allen 295, which was recovered from the crime scene.
  Some believe that police planted the gun at the scene after the shooting. (His girlfriend said that she had never seen the gun found at the scene but also said that she would not have known anyway.)
   Four officers opened fire (Lucien Lefebvre of the Night Squad with an M76 machine gun, Constable Ross Trudel of the Special Squad, Sgt Det Andre Savard with a M1 shotgun with 9 MM bullets, and Sgt Det Roger David of something called the UEHVQ, who said that he shot Slawvey five times) and two others did not (Sgt Det. J.P. Gilbert Station 10 and Sgt Det. Claude Paquette of the Night Squad).
   Police had no love for Slawvey who had reputedly shot and killed motorcycle cop Jean-Guy Sabourin in December 1971 outside of Simpson's during a robbery. (Great footage of police reacting to the news at Station 10 at 53:00 of this documentary).
   Slawvey hated police and was believed to have shot at officers a few weeks earlier as they were conducting intense investigations into the famous Brinks robbery.
   Slawvey grew up poor on Sebastopol in the Point in a Polish family with a domineering mother who would confiscate earnings from his first job and a father who he considered weak.
   The strapping 6'4", 242 lbs Slawvey soon found himself to be an important part of the West End Gang, Montreal's Irish Mafia.
   And although large, Slawvey admitted to being a poor fighter and was once beaten up on Sherbrooke and Girouard by 5'2" Bob Chew.
   He also backed down from legendary WEG hit-man Jackie McLaughlin after losing his temper with a girl over a small amount of cocaine. West End Gang leader Dunie Ryan once almost fought with Slawvey in a bar after Slawvey slapped a woman.
   And he feuded with oddball former friend and onetime mayoral candidate Roddy Diamond, who he died last year in a trailer outside of the city. Slawvey once tossed a Molotov cocktail into a business in Verdun to piss Diamond off.
  Slawvey was also involved in an epic brawl against a bunch of football players at the Mustache Club on Closse across from the Forum. The football players won.
Gun found at the scene
   Slawvey was good friends with the McGurnahans, a family of 10 whose father died and were raised by a single mother in the Point. Some of the family joined the West End Gang and two were killed after running afoul of West End Gang leaders Dunie Ryan and Alan Ross,
  Slawvey admitted that he was no good at fighting but said that his gun could make up for any shortcomings as a pugilist.
    Slawvey, who dealt and enjoyed the more-than-occasional toot of cocaine, never confessed to any murders to those close to him except for having tossed an older man down a flight of stairs while fleeing a robbery.      
   Slawvey suspected that he had killed the man. He also had a bullet wound in his back, after being shot in Boston.
   At the time of his death, Slawvey was separated from his American wife Nancy. The two had a son named David, then aged nine. David died in a car accident aged 16 in 1985.
   Slawvey had links with the East End mobsters who he'd meet in an East End disco and he was known to motor around in style in an Italian made red De Tomaso Pantera one of only two in Montreal at the time. He also owned a 1929 Ford and a new-model luxury Chrysler.
   One time cops pulled him over while driving the Pantera, which had ample cocaine inside. He got out and threatened the cops and no arrest was made.
    His 21-year-old girlfriend who was waiting at home for him the night of his death had unsettling thoughts during his absence and kept looking out the window thinking that there might be a fire nearby.
   She sensed that Slawvey too might have had some sort of subconscious premonition that his life would be ending as he left home at 1:30 p.m. that day.
   Unusually Slawvey did not put his customary jewelry on.
   After the shooting cops rushed to apartment 201 and banged on their door at 3:44 a.m.  His girlfriend scrambled to hide and remove anything that might seem incriminating. She removed the metal barriers from the door which Slawvey had installed after several earlier raids.
    "I opened the door to a long gun pointed at my face. Three detectives rushed in, Andre Savard in front along with two others who were huge like John. They took our shotgun out of the bedroom and asked me if I used it to kill cops. I was extremely uncooperative and his exact words were 'John Slawvey is dead.' He was shot in the garage. I didn't believe them and kicked them out. I saw them towing his car, so I went down to garage and I knew he was gone. I'll never forget what I saw."
   Now the element that has never been mentioned in this narrative is that Slawvey was carrying a large shiny metallic object with him that night in the form of an early-model telephone pager, which he  usually kept in his belt. 
   It measured about 12 inches by 4 inches, according to his girlfriend. It's an item which would have reflected ample light in the darkness of a dim indoor parking lot.
   Police later said that they saw him draw a shiny metal gun from his belt, but it could very well have been the pager.
   Police were never, of course, charged with any misdeeds in connection to the death and were cleared less than a month after in a quickie inquiry. Many went on to significant accomplishments doing tough tasks within the force. 
   But it's possible that the officers opened fire after mistaking the shiny metallic pager for a gun. 
   Slawvey was dressed in a dark blue turtleneck and light blue blazer at his open casket funeral several weeks later, an impressive bit of work done by the Feron funeral home on the bullet-ridden body and invasive autopsy. 

Montreal's Golden Metal eyesore gone after just 65 years of fugliness

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  The hideously ugly rusted corrugated metal walls of Golden Metal will no longer haunt your dreams as the structure that sits just downhill from Montreal's skyscrapers has been removed after uglifying the cityscape for a mere 65 years.
Golden Metal, bottom right, is gone
  Yep, one of the city's last longstanding monuments to its ramshackle, dilapidated past has forever been eradicated, as the tetanus facade of the Golden Metal scrapyard at Mountain and William has finally been removed and the land evacuated for development.
   Golden Scrap Iron and Metal sat at the corner spot since 1949 and prior to that was listed as the home of H. Goldenberg, who we surely have to thank for unsightly barrier to beauty.
   I've long pined to know what stood behind the rusted corrugated metal walls of this cornerstone corner of Griffintown, which once gloriously sat across from the Stewart Bottling plant on William, (a softdrink maker that fused with Cott in 1955).
  It turns out that the stuff behind the walls was probably even uglier than the wall itself, as shown by the Bing Maps image above.
 The 10,000 square foot property has a 2012 municipal evaluation of $242,000, including $52,000 for the value of the structure on the property, although we're not even sure that there actually was one.
   The evaluation had been hiked up from $165,000 just three years prior, so the 50 percent tax hike from the Southwest borough (the downtown Ville Marie borough starts just a stones throw to the east) might be construed as a little taxey-hikey shovetastic encouragement meant to get the too-complacent owner to do something a bit nicer with his land.
   Since 2012 the property has been owned by 8241945 CANADA INC which appears to be based in the Aldo Shoes warehouse. Whether they're behind the current construction - surely condos - remains to be seen.

A tasteless wreath, Marxist bikers and suicidal female killer - high drama in a Quebec City biker war

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   We have previously discussed the crazy carnage and mass murders that took place in Montreal 40 years ago as biker gangs battled over drug turf in the area of St. Louis Square on St. Denis in the mid-70s.
   But the untold preface to this story involves even more chilling elements upriver in the provincial capital involving a Marxist biker gang and a woman killer.
   The biker war between the Pacific Rebels of Quebec City and the Citoyens de la Terre - supposedly a Marxist biker gang - based in Ile D'Orleans claimed four lives in the first five weeks of 1974 in the usually-sleepy provincial capital.
   The war between the two obscure gangs started on July 29, 1973 when the Pacific Rebels attacked the Citoyens de la Terre headquarters on Ile D'Orleans.  
   The Citoyens returned the favour and attacked the Rebels headquarters.
   Indeed this is where an obscure but intriguing character makes her mark on the gang war.
   The Rebels' headquarter was entirely empty when the Citoyens attacked except for one person.
    Michele Blouin, the girlfriend of the Rebels gang leader Serge "Gallo" Beaulieu was alone when Raymond Che Ramon" Cardinal led the nine-man attack armed with rifles and baseball bats.
   Blouin shot one of the attackers, Yvan Lapointe, dead.
   He was given an ornate funeral by his gang Citoyens de la Terre biker mates.
   The Rebels could not resist an opportunity to show poor taste.
   The sent a wreath to their rivals' funeral with the message "It's a tragic accident but on the bright side you're in now shape to chase after anybody for damages because you're dead you damn dog."
   Pride comes before the fall, of course and the Pacific Rebels would be humbled.
  On January 1, 1974 Rebels member Ghislain Fiset, 24, was found dead by the road in St. Emile, just north of the city murdered by axe. 
   Then Mario Demers, 18, of the Rebels was shot dead by three gunmen in Sherbrooke on Tuesday, January 29, 1974. His friend Mario Bureau, 19, survived the shooting. 
  And thirdly, on February 4, when Serge Letourneau, 27, a top dog of the Rebels was killed in broad daylight when he started started a booby-trapped car outside of the Chateau Frontenac.  Three other gang members were also in the car and they suffered injury as well.
   The explosion occurred right in the heart of the tourist area near where the caleche horses wait between rides.
   The gang was in town to watch the trial of seven fellow gangmates. Those proceedings had been delayed after the prisoners led a riot in the pre-trial cells.
   But the fourth was the stuff of high drama.
   The very next day Michele Blouin, a strong and beautiful woman, by all accounts but who  who was still facing charges on manslaughter, was found dead in her Beauport apartment with a bullet hole in her head and a .22 calibre rifle at her side.* It was deemed a suicide.
   The bike war quieted down after that as many participants were jailed for weapons and other violations.
   Pacific Rebels leader Serge Beaulieu said after learning of his girlfriend's death "All I had was my bike, boots and girl. Now she's gone and I have nothing.**
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*Anybody who happens to be at the BANQ on Berri might do me a solid by checking the Allo/Photo police on the microfilms and scanning and sending me a photo of Blouin, if there is one.
**  Some of the worst biker violence of this pre-Hells period happened outside of Montreal, and includes an August double-murder-by fire of August 1971, 40 miles south of Quebec City. Victims were Jarrets Noire gang members Jacque Giguere, 19 of St. Marie de Beauce and Serge Bourque 24, of Notre Dame des Pins in Beauce.

Bike path mania reconsidered: are they such a great idea?

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   Bike paths are being added to streets in cities around the world at the rate of a bicycle headed down a steep hill without any thought of braking.  
   It might be time to pinch those handbrakes and give some rational thought to this practice.
Some points:
1-Many studies indicate that bike paths make cycling more dangerous than riding without them..              Increased risk to cyclists caused by bike paths has been demonstrated in studies done in Sacremento, Palo Alto, Toronto,Ottawa Denmark, Berlin, Sweden, and Britain.
   These are not only legit studies, many were commissioned under the assumption that the results would have shown the opposite (although other studies came with the opposite conclusions).
     2-Bike paths are massively expensive. Not only do they cost millions to build but many bike paths cost parking revenues.
   So let's say 500 street parking spots are removed for a bike path (as seen for example in the photo of Rachel St. above). If each metered spot brings in say $100 a day, a single bike path costs a city $50,000 a day in lost revenues (even in winter when they are barely even used). Now multiply those numbers dozens of times around town.  
   And of course wiping out parking spots makes it difficult for shopkeepers, as clients can't leave their car anywhere, so they just drive to malls, once again, that's another loss to main street.*
   3-Bike paths are ageist. Old, handicapped, young, sick people and many others can't or won't ride bicycles. And almost nobody can or will ride in winter or the rain. That's a lot of people who cannot ride a bike. This huge social demographic travels in cars. As unfashionable as they might appear, cars and taxis are more democratic than bicycles.
   Bike paths on busy streets often unnecessarily prevent people from stopping their cars, which makes it difficult for health-challenged or disabled people to disembark in some spots.
   Cycling is a great pleasure and many bike paths, such as the one lining the Lachine Canal offer a great riding experience, but paths on commercial arteries clearly should have been reconsidered and that goes to the future ones that are slated for Bernard and St. Lawrence.**
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 *(The city has attempted to insulate itself from the shock of store closings by pushing the commercial tax onto landlords, who in turn simply raise rents both commercial and residential, so people end up paying one way or another). 
**Soon technology will make bike transit riding and bus riding obsolete anyway as inexpensive self-driven electric taxis will pick us up and drop us off without requiring any parking headaches.  

Payroll heists: a onetime Friday tradition in Montreal

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   The Friday payroll heist was once a criminal staple in Montreal as companies would pay employees in cash, or offer to cash employees' cheques, leading thieves to the aroma of large amounts of often poorly-protected cash money to be grabbed.
  Here's a list of payroll robberies in Montreal over the years. (Please submit suggestions for this evolving list).
1975 Two men were arrested in St. Leonard six months after robbing $1 million earmarked as pay for 2,400 Hydro Quebec employees 150 northeast of Quebec City. Bank officials were held hostage in the theft but the cash money was soon after found in the woods and the pair was arrested about 20 miles away from the scene of the crime. They escaped on June 24 and were recaptured in Montreal.
1967 October 2: Five hooded men armed with sawed off semi-automatic shotguns robbed about $10,000 from National Sales Distributors Limited in Old Montreal at 477 St. Jean Baptiste, a narrow street across from the courthouse.
1967 July 7: Thieves make off with $8,000 from Jarry Hydraulics in the East End.
1967 July 7: Three machine gun-toting men took $86,000 from Brinks trucks from the Sacre Coeur Hospital in Cartiervielle -$78,000 that was earmarked to pay 3,000 workers.
1967 June 19 D.R. Hogman VP of Operation announced from Chicago that Brinks would no longer cash cheques in Montreal following a spate of payroll thefts that took place as police were busy dealing with Expo 67.  In the past year thieves had made of with $952,000 in payroll thefts.
1967 April 17: $400,000 in cash and non-negotiable cheques was stolen by four masked gunmen who held up two Brinks guards in the sub-basement of Simpson's department store.
1967April 7: Coca Cola plant thieves took $10,000 from a payroll cash operation at 200 Bellechasse at 9:30 a.m. Three masked men forced five employees to lie on the floor, one was carrying  a machine gun. They missed out on another $22,000 that was in another box.  They were caught and sentenced to seven years each.
1967March 9: $95,000 was taken from Dominion Glass in Point St. Charles. Four armed and hooded gunmen disarmed armed guards and forced 50 employees to lie face down on the floor at 7:15 a.m. as they robbed $95,000 from Dominion Glass in the Point. One shot bullets into a pillar to show he was serious.
1967 Feb 25: A big haul of $275,000 was taken from a Brinks truck on Villeray St. outside a supermarket where payroll was being delivered.
1967 Feb 23: Three men armed with machine guns escaped with $21,000 from a payroll theft at Smith Transport in Dorval.
1966 Feb. 18: Thieves stole an undisclosed amount from the Automatic Slipper Company at 9767 Birnam.
1966 July 22: Three masked men grabbed $77,000 from Brinks at payroll operation at Crane Canada on St. Patrick St.
1963: Sept 19: Payroll thieves took $10,000 from Boulevard Pontiac in North Central Montreal.

New Method at left, Jean-Louis Langlois renenacting his shooting technique for a cameraman and Claude Laframboise, 

1962- December 28: Montreal police officer Jean-Louis Langlois shot Claude Laframboise, a 39-year-old waiter and would-be payroll thief dead at the New Method Laundry Company at 6455 Christophe Colomb. The same company which was targeted one  year earlier. Two others escaped. Cops had received a tip that there would be na attempt to steal the  $7,000 payroll.
1961  Oct: 16: New Method Laundry was robbed of $6,000 after thieves entered the building through the garage.
1960 Dec, 2: At 10 a.m. three masked and armed men held up messenger from George G. Hodges Ltd. at 205 Vitre West. They relieved him of about $4,000 in workers' pay.
1960 Dec. 2: Thieves stole $1,600 from the Prince Hat and Cap Co. 91 King St. (Roy) Marylin Pratt had been carrying the bag.
1960 Sept. 23: Three masked gunmen held up the Provincial Transport Company's east end terminal at Berri and de Montigny and took about $50,000. They threatened Roger Dupuis and five employees and dashed down the stairs. The pay was for 600 workers.
1960 Sept. 23: The Seafarers' international union lost a $2,500 payroll when a young  man attacked an employee Anne De Bellevefeuille carrying the money in a paper back to 718 St. James St. W. in broad daylight in Old Montreal.
1963: August 30: Two men escaped with the $3,370 payroll of an insurance agency while police chased the wrong red car. The men stole from employee Henri Chartrand returning from the bank for the Georges Tanguay company.
1959 Aug 4: George Ehrman of Acme Slide Fastenener described the theft of $1,900 in cash for employees at 1740 St Antoine. "He pulled a gun and asked me to give him the money. I threw the briefcase and ran up the stairs.
1954 July 23: This is in Joliette, about 45 minutes from Montreal: Two masked gunmen took $23,768 from the Howard Smith Paper Co. on the way from the bank to Crabtree Mills.
1953- Leslie Kovach, 27, was charged with robbery of $2,681 from the Monitor Publishing Company. Ruth Webster said that she wasn't sure it was him so he was acquitted.
1953 June 12: Norman Sidel of the Empire Glove Company at 3480 St. Dominique reported that thieves took $460, pay for about 40 employees.
1952Aug 28: David et Frere wholesale biscuits lost $19,668 in a payroll theft.
1952 Aug 20. A thief nicked $950 from Riva Pastal on her way to Room 202 of the Balfour Building 3575 St. Lwrence. A man levelled a nickel-plated gun at her and snatched her briefcase. The gun turned out to be plastic.
1947: May 14: Charles Hockman, 24, was sentenced to five years in prison for $4,000 theft of Lunham of Canada and Backett Ltd. at 231 Notre Dame W. He did it to buy jewelry and furs for his girlfriend who was crying in court. Two thirds of the money was found sewn in her coat. The rest was buried in a lot in Ville Emard.
1947Sept 26: $2,000 was stolen from Montreal Laundry Ltd at 936 Busby (?) in a daylight robbery conducted by one young man and young middle-aged partner in crime.
1946  March 8: - St. Jean D'Arc Hospital on St. Urbain lost $28,000 in workers' wages when a man with a gun took off with the loot. He was described as 5'7" 135 lbs and about 35 years old. He'd be 104 now.
1945 March 1, Two bandits in ski masks and windbreakers staged the holdup in a narrow passeageway between one section of Wilsil Ltd. meat packing plant. They were gone in three minutes. in a station wagon, with a haul of $15,000 as night shift workers waited in vain for their pay. Some speculated that the thieves were army deserters.
1933 Lucien hogue and George Starke are sentenced to life in prison for the $4,000 payrol heist at Gagnon Lachapelle and the Catelli Macaroni Company -
1927 -Oct. 31 George Starke took $1,380 from the Montreal Tramsways Company on Victoria Ave. He was setnenced to two years and 20 lashes but was released after a bus driver late convinced that he did the inside job.
1924 April 1: Former cop Louis Morrell was ambushed on Ontario St. near Morea in a massive payroll heist of $142,288 - leaving behind another $200,000. Courier Henri Cleroux and bandit Harry Stone died in the shootout. Seven were eventually convicted and four of them hanged.
1923 April 16:Fred Young, 26, of Albany stole $6,000 in payroll from a Montreal shirt factory before it could be delivered to employees.
1922 An unnamted suspect was arrested after stealing $29,000 in payroll from the Dominion Textile plant on St. Ambroise in St. Henri.

Montreal's Ferncraft Leather murder mystery

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Raymonde Parent, killed at the Olympic Village 22/10/79 and hubby Fern B. 

    Not all murders are sparked by power, sex, jealousy and drugs.
   Here's an unsolved murder mystery of another sort, since I've heard you pining.
   Raymonde Parent, wife of Fernand Beaudoin was gunned down dead on October 22, 1979 at the Olympic Village.
   If you thought her husband did it, you're wrong because he too was shot in the same attack.
   Did Beaudoin have any enemies?
   Well, glad you asked.
   Beaudoin ran a leather clothing company called Ferncraft Leather which had 168 employees.
   He needed a bit of financing to get through a rough patch, so he went to get it at a company called Aetna, based in Alexis Nihon.
   Well that didn't work out so well as Aetna suddenly pulled the plug on him at around Christmas 1976 and liquidated the company.
   Upon learning of this decision to fold his company, Beaudoin flew into a rage, which is always a great idea of course, and rushed to their offices and confronted Aetna boss Gerald Levinson.
   Oh, and Beaudoin was carrying a gun too, did I mention?
   It went off, Levinson was shot in the leg and recovered.
   Beaudoin was sentenced to three months in prison and fined $10,000.
   Beaudoin then laid a $25 million lawsuit against Levinson's company.
   Meanwhile the Quebec government bankrolled Beaudoin's new business, L'Atelier de Cuir Actor Inc.
   His wife Raymonde apparently ran for the Creditistes in the federal elections in the late 70s
   She certainly didn't deserve to be shot.
   Beaudoin didn't either but there was a better case to be made for him deserving it.
   None of this is to suggest that Levinson ordered a hit on Beaudoin out of revenge for the monkey business earlier, indeed that's not what I'm trying to imply at all. 

Tragic train accident sparks speculation

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   Unconfirmed information is slowly emerging concerning a mysterious disaster that took place nine days ago when a 22-year-old woman was hit by a train and lost her two legs beneath the the knees in late on a cold night an industrial area of Montreal.
  The woman was said to be a bartender at the Irish Embassy Pub downtown on Bishop and was originally from Ottawa. According to the unconfirmed narrative, she had a bit too much to drink and hopped into a cab to get home to Verdun at about 2:30 a.m. on December 8.
   For reasons that remain entirely unclear, the woman ended up nowhere near her home and instead found herself outside on the cold night in an industrial wasteland near Bridge and Wellington in the Point, still a 20-minute walk to the border of Verdun.
   Not only was she mysteriously marooned in an industrial wasteland, she found herself on the railway tracks, which is no small feat considering that the tracks are fenced off and elevated
   She would have had no reason to be on the tracks, which host trains that come from the South Shore across the Victoria Bridge along tracks that loop behind the Costco.
   That route is not a shortcut to anything except more industrial space.
   So how she got on the tracks and why she was there remain a profound mystery.
   A train came along soon after and hit her.
   She was spotted by another train conductor about four hours later in a pool of blood and suffering severe frostbite to her hands.
   She has since been placed in an induced coma and so she might never tell her story. .
   Some people who discussed this unconfirmed report on Facebook have speculated that the taxi driver might have been negligent for dropping the young woman off in such a spot where she clearly did not live.
   Some thought that the woman and driver might have had a disagreement, or maybe she was disoriented from drink, or perhaps she fled a sexual attack, but it's too soon to convict anybody.
  Whether this sad story turns to outrage or remains a mystery is anybody's guess.

The secret world of Montreal's police homicide squad

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A feature article I wrote in 1999 about homicides in Montreal.

Dino Bravo. Frank Shoofey. Sidney Leithman. Miss Strip 1976. Four famous unsolved cases illustrate how the MUC homicide squad keeps a tight lid on unsolved murders
by KRISTIAN GRAVENOR
   About 15 years ago, several murdered children between 10 and ­14 were found in south-west Montreal. Eventually, the MUC homicide squad caught the serial killer. Yet there was no perp walk down a line of exploding flashbulbs.
   No trial, no arrest. Today the murderer works with the public in a job which takes him all over the city. "They just couldn't get the evidence on the guy," says a police insider. "The police attention seems to have made him stop, but cops try to keep this stuff quiet because they don't want the public to panic."
   That's one of hundreds of morbid secrets kept tightly within our homicide squad, whose shady world of information-control mirrors the dark world they police.
   So, the new spirit of community policing has prompted you to ask questions about the methods of the 20-officer squad? Keep 'em to yourself. Want an update on a case? Use your imagination. Access to information? Access denied. Who's watching the detectives? Their only required report is an annual update to the provincial Justice Minister.
   Even other cops grumble. "It's a cloak-and-dagger-type section who perceive themselves, rightly or wrong, as the elite," says a cop. "They want information, but they're not willing to share what they've got and only unless they're dealing with a joint task force. Unless they have to share, they won't."
   The official explanation for putting a lid on morbid facts is that killers will somehow use the information to their advantage. And there are other, less official ones. "They occasionally get wackos confessing to murders they didn't commit," says a veteran crime journalist. "If the nutcase had that information, the cops wouldn't know whether he was for real or not."
   Up until the '80s, Montreal police were famous for juicy press leaks, particularly to the splashy crime press. The strategy was tailored to create a public groundswell for larger police budgets. But the police no longer need public fear to raise their budgets: last year the police budget was hiked 2.4 per cent to $390 million in spite of declining crime rates. However, most of that money has gone towards police salaries.
   "They don't want the public to realize that they don't solve all that many murders," according to one officer. (Last year there were 41 murders in Montreal, 13 remain unsolved.) "Of the three basic homicides, the family quarrels and the heat-of-the-moment street-fights are relatively easy to solve. Those raise their solution rate. But the professional hits remain very hard to solve."
   For the homicide squad, secrecy remains one of the few potentially useful weapons. The much ballyhooed use of DNA testing remains costly and has only resulted in a few convictions, most notably that of the Tara Manning case. The use of informants met its Waterloo when Mom Boucher's accuser had his credibility stripped clean. And if you ever dreamed of hitting the jackpot turning in that guy you know who-they-say-killed-somebody, wake up: our police offer no cash rewards, and those offered by private groups or individuals are often aimed at sex slayings, which is generally useless because sex predators tend to keep their secrets.
   In cemeteries all over, victims lie sleepless in their caskets, waiting for somebody to bring their killers to justice. Here are some of our biggest unsolved murder mysteries, the full details of which, years later, are still kept tightly under wraps despite prying by journalists.
Dead men can't defend their honour 
   Adolfo Bresciano, 44, was a family man from Vimont, Laval, who doted on his 6-year-old daughter and was known to be friends with plumbers and bus drivers he grew up with in Rosemont. He was also Dino Bravo, a star 20-year veteran of professional wrestling circuits around the globe. To this day, fans still recall his famous battles, which included a nearly victorious title fight against Hulk Hogan. Bravo's scissor kicks, speed, showmanship and powerful arms--which could bench 500 pounds--are still fondly remembered around the world.
   But on March 11, 1993, he was just another fan watching the Habs play the Islanders on TV. He wouldn't see the end of the game, nor the Stanley Cup parade a few weeks later. Two gunmen, one wielding a .22 calibre, the other a .380, sprayed 17 shots in his living room, hitting him in the head seven times.
   According to the Journal de Montréal, an unnamed Laval police officer claimed to have found evidence of Bravo's involvement in cigarette smuggling on the scene. All of the press picked up on the rumour and the wrestling hero suddenly became, in death, a lowly cigarette smuggler, in spite of the absence of a trial, conviction or witnesses.
   "What the papers printed was bull," says Gino Bresciano, the wrestler's younger brother. "I feel rage in my heart, it really makes my blood boil. I never heard from the police since that day, yet I live for the day they catch his killer. I always wonder who really did it, a jealous husband, an old wrestling rival, maybe someone at the top of the wrestling world--that's a multi-billion dollar industry. There's no way of knowing. I'm powerless in this and I really miss him."
The missing briefcase 
   Sidney Leithman didn't have to wake up at dawn to defend underworld characters. But he did. The 54-year-old defence attorney had two teenage daughters, a mansion in Town of Mount Royal and enough cash for a few lifetimes. But none of that caused him to hesitate to jump up at the sound of his alarm on May 14, 1991, to defend yet another drug dealer, this one a Cuban pilot with links to the Colombian cartel. The fast-talking McGill graduate had drummed up his first business pounding the marble floors of the courthouse, eventually defending such underworld all-stars as Frank Cotroni, the Dubois brothers and Dooney Ryan.
   "He was a likeable guy, a real wheeler-dealer," says one crime journalist. Another remarked on his tendency to put a price on everything: "If he'd buy you lunch, he'd make sure you knew how much it cost. If you complimented him on his tie, he'd tell you how much he paid for it."
   As Leithman warmed up his Saab 2000 convertible at 6:40 a.m. he probably tossed some packages into his backseat. After a couple of blocks a Jeep cut him off at Jean-Talon and Rockland. A man about 5'7" shot six shots into the car, breaking the window with the first two, then hitting him four times.
   Two clear bags of white power were found on top of Leithman's briefcase in the back; packages which witnesses believe were tossed in by the gunman. However, another item, believed to be Leithman's briefcase, was off-limits for detectives. Although they had a potential gold mine of clues, the detectives were forced to seal the bag and hand it over to the Quebec Bar. The most persistent rumour pins responsibility for the hit on a Colombian drug lord upset with Leithman for failing to get his girlfriend acquitted.
It helps to be loved 
   Robert Morin was a man from St-Jérôme who moved to the city, changed his name to Carole Jean, got a sex change and became a stripper named Saria. And she did that well, well enough for the 21 year old to beat 100 hopefuls in a contest at Bar Robert for the title of Miss Strip 1976. In the hours before the midnight which would start her reign, Carole was at her Viau street apartment, watching TV with the person she called her sister, Claude "Claudia" Jean, 21, a pretty pre-op transsexual, five years into the process of becoming a woman.
   Somebody entered, without any sign of force, and around 9 p.m. the two shemales were both stabbed to death. There was no discernible motive, although Carole's presumed stash of cash she'd earned as a stripper throughout the province was gone, as was the killer.
   "Back then gays were killed with impunity," says community spokesman Michael Hendricks. "Until 1992 being a homosexual was a reason to get murdered." In the 1990s, when a series of murders in the gay community started occurring, Hendricks and others aggressively demanded information from the homicide squad. "We told them that the victims often didn't have much in the way of family. It took a year, but we finally persuaded them to show us photos of the crime scenes and such."
   Although the homicide squad discourages publicity, Hendricks believes it was precisely that which led to a greater awareness in the community concerning safety issues. Of the 14 local gay murders from the early '90s, only two are officially thought to be the work of a still-unapprehended serial killer. But another chilling rumour in police circles has it that the homicide squad secretly believes the number to be much higher, a fact they have sought to mute in an effort to avert further panic.
King of the rumour mill 
   It was one of those rare ho-hum moments in Frank Shoofey's day. Whether organizing a criminal defence for one of his many high-powered clients, plotting his entry into the provincial Liberals or fielding one of the many calls he loved to answer, the 44-year-old lawyer had few quiet minutes. As he entered the hallway outside his office at 1030 Cherrier, on October 15, 1985, to comb his elaborate mop of a hairpiece, a gunman shot him in the head four times at close range. The much-loved lawyer's body fell to the ground in the exact spot where one of his clients had been killed six years earlier.
   Within hours, the city was buzzing with rumours about the murder; citizen sleuths knew that Shoofey had received death threats and that the killer needed a key to enter his building. They spoke of his newly dissolved contract with the boxing Hiltons, an unusual deal in which the lawyer received half of their earnings, as a hedge against their father blowing the money on booze. Shoofey bragged of never keeping a cent of the Hilton cash, spending it instead on a huge Rigaud home for the clan. And you didn't need a Whisper 2000 to hear the talk about the American boxing promoter Don King, who had recently incurred Shoofey's wrath by allegedly getting Dave Hilton Senior drunk before getting him to sign an exclusive contract for his boxing sons.
   Yet in spite of the cold-blooded killing, Shoofey's son Dominique, who was 13 at the time, didn't hesitate to enter to follow his father into criminal defence law. "I don't think what happened to my father was really related to his practice, it was more an exception to what happens."
   But one veteran crime reporter says that the homicide squad are barking up an entirely different tree. "They got an idea on who shot him, he's in and out of jail, they've tried everything to get him to make a mistake and get him to court. They put a guy in his cell and everything, it didn't work. It's banal, it's punk stuff, it's just a client who wasn't happy with Frank. Maybe he needed money off him for a fix or something."
   And if, God forbid, you were murdered? In death you'd become the compliant client of a team which sits behind closed horizontal blinds in the glass and steel offices above the Place Versailles cinema, far in the city's east end.  
   Unlike other homicide squads, most notably that of Baltimore--which welcomed a writer to observe their day-to-day operations for a year "with no adverse reaction" in the name of "our partnership with the community," as a detective from that city put it--your murder detectives work in secrecy and darkness. And if, in the icy grave of a murder victim, you are one of the one-in-three homicide victims whose killer walks free, try to summon some blind hope that your case won't be mishandled. And be patient, you'll be dead long enough.
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