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Montreal firefighters disappointed by lack of 1947 egg fire

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   "The eggs are burning! The eggs are burning!"   
   Such was the panicked late-night cry of a short-order cook at an east-side Montreal eatery in late November 1947.
   Most diners would have ignored the cries.
   They would have arched an eyebrow and continued ingesting their nickel hot dogs or stirring their forlorn coffee, staring blankly into the eternal abyss of the spoon funnel stir.
   But Marcel Desrochers, 18, of 1728 Panet was cut of a different cloth.
   The young boomer was chowing down just a half block from his house at Restaurant Roger, owned by Roger Brunelle.
   It was at 1349 Lafontaine and the action took place on a Saturday night after Desrochers was drinking.
    Desrochers, upon hearing the news of the eggs burning, asked for change for a quarter.
   He marched to the pay phone and dialed up the fire department, urging them to rush to the scene of the egg fire.   
   The firefighters soon arrived only to note that there was no blaze whatsoever.
   We know all of this because Desrochers had to explain his actions to a judge.     
   "I changed a quarter and called the fire department," he told a Montreal court on Dec. 2, 1947.
    Desrochers admitted later that he had been drinking.
   A judge ordered him to trial December 9, 1947.
    His punishment remains unknown.
1728 Panet in 1974
Whether God sent him to hell for his evil ways is also unknown (Are you seriously stupid or what? - Chimples).
   The young Desrochers would be 88 now if still living.
  The sweet little place that Desrochers called home in 1947 included an archway to allow horses in. It has since been demolished and turned into a park.
   Restaurant Roger is now a corner store, or depanneur, as locals tend to call them.


Who killed Donato Rufolo and Brenda Rickert?

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   Donato Rufolo, 34 and Brenda Rickert, 24, were found dead in a car trunk in front of 5326 Mountain Sights on Saturday Nov. 15, 1986.
   The pair had gone missing Sunday October 5 and their remains were found decomposing in the trunk of Rufolo's 1986 Cadillac 41 days laterdisappeared.
   His lifeless body was found partially stuffed in a nylon sports bag, her body in two orange garbage bags. A newspaper noted that he was wearing pink underwear, which one reader objected to as irrelevant information.
   The double murders remains unsolved but the dramatic tale lingers.
     Sunday Oct. 5, 1986 was a day like any other. The Habs lost 4-3 in Quebec City, Tim Raines and his Expos lost both ends of a doubleheader in Philadelphia. Meanwhile police were trying to figure out the downtown drowning of a naked 30-year-old Gilles Brisson in the pool atop 1280 St. Marc the night before.
    Rufolo, who had no day job and lived with his parents on Le Royer in St. Leonard, dropped into Wanda's strip club for a brief visit.
   Rufolo spent copious times at strip clubs, as he provided cocaine to such establishments in an era when the city had an insatiable appetite for the stimulant. She was described a a cocaine-addicted sports groupie who was often seen attending Habs and Expos games.
   Rufolo was an ambitious underworld foot solder from St. Leonard who had been arrested for possession of cocaine just four months earlier.
   He had been spending time with Rickert, who shared an appreciation for his supply of blow.
   Rickert "mostly liked black men" her friend Manon told Allo Police and was a regular at social gatherings held with those athletes at the Crescent Hotel, among other places.
   She was also close to a pair of Montreal Canadiens, according to her strip club bouncer.
   Rickert had been stripping at Wanda's since June, under the stage name Barbara, sometimes working seven days a week.
   She had a criminal conviction for fraud and previously worked at the Montreal stock exchange.
   Rickert had a child with a member of the San Francisco Giants baseball team, the Allo Police reported.
  (One might speculate that her Giant baby daddy might be. Could it be Vida Blue who had an enduring appreciation for the white powder? Or  possibly Chili Davis, one of several Giants acknowledged to consume and who also indulged and had a fling with at least one other Montreal woman?)
   Another Montreal woman tells Coolopolis that she chatted with the doomed couple at Ernie Duke's Cul de Sac bar in the Crescent Hotel at 1214 Crescent on the Friday before they disappeared, which would be Oct. 2, 1986.
   They all did cocaine together. "When I think about who I partied with back in the day. I feel grateful I survived. It could have been me," she tells Coolopolis.
   Another woman tells Coolopolis of a bizarre encounter with Rufolo in a nightclub just prior to his disappearance.
    She tells Coolopolis that Rufolo was relentless in his sexual advances at an after hours nightclub.
    She eventually relented to his request for sex but slashed his throat as the two were coupling.
    She fled and Rufolo survived his slashed throat. But he was not long for this world.
    The episode was unrelated to his eventual slaying.
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   Rufolo was said to be affiliated with the Cotroni clan and friends with Frank Cotroni's son Nick.
   At least one other account saw him more as an outsider trying to get approved in the inner circle. 
   Rufolo, who had good looks and was an expert at pressing hashish, a craft he learned from a Violi soldier. It was considered a low job on the Mafia totem poll.
    Some might have suspected that Rufolo was a police informant, according to a theory floated by Allo Police, as Rufolo could let his pager go unanswered for days at a time.
   He continued to party in the same circles as the Cotronis, however, yet nonetheless they were seen as being not-entirely friendly towards him during his last days.
   Montreal police arrested Frank Cotroni, his son Francesco Cotroni as well as henchmen Daniel Arena and Francesco Raso on October 10, based on information provided by Cotroni hitman-turned informant Real Simard.
  So it turned out that Rufolo was not the informant.
  Police also sought Rufolo for questioning at the time of Cotroni's arrest but could find him nowhere. 
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  The underworld buzz at the time was that gangsters from Toronto owed Rufolo money and paid him in bullets rather than cash. Rufolo's pockets - often jammed with wads of cash -  had been emptied before he was killed.
  Another theory suggests Rufolo might have been killed for being associated with Eligio Siconolfi, 49, a St. Leonard mechanic shot dead by a masked man on September 2 in his garage on Lafrenaie in St. Leonard.
Photo re-enactment collage 
   Siconolfi had been arrested for a domestic dispute in January.  While in the police station, he made a phone call urging someone in Italian to dump the hashish hidden in his car trunk.
   Officer Antoine Bastien understood Italian enough to understand the order. Police seized 30 kilos of hash, a machine gun and revolver from his car Siconolfi's car.
   This episode did not endear Siconolfi to his Mafia chums.
   Michel Scarapicchia, 32, another friend of Rufolo's, was also shot dead in Oct 1985. Scarapicchia
had been busted for LSD in 1973 and owned the Mira Metal ornamental metal company. He was frequently seen talking on his cell phone, considered at the time a lavish item owned mainly by drug dealers. He was talking on the phone in his Chrysler when shot dead in an industrial park in St. Leonard. (His widow's $100,000 life insurance settlement was canceled in 1989 after drugs were found in his urine, which was considered a violation of the terms of his policy.)
   Rufolo's Cadillac, complete with its grisly contents, was dumped at a residential area in Snowdon just 300 metres away from the house where the Cotronis dug a tunnel in 1967 in an attempt to get into a bank accross the street.
  Rufolo was not the only drug dealer killed after leaving Wanda's. In 2004 Daniel Muir was axed to death on the street after leaving the club.
   Montreal police detectives Andre Charette and Yves Brien of the homicide squad were unable to solve the murders of Rufolo and Rickert.

Montrealer Jeffrey Tritsis is no more

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    It's a sad Christmas for a well-known Montreal family, as Jeffrey Tritsis has died suddenly at the young age of 35.
   The cause of death is unknown but it appears to have been the result of some sort of brain aneurysm or possibly an adverse reaction to a medication.
   Tritsis leaves behind a recently-married widow and a young child.
   He was the only son of George Tritsis, who has long owned the Haraiki Pub on Shevchenko in Lasalle.
   George Tritsis also opened the well-known Pierrette Patates on Verdun Ave., which is named after George's mother-in-law and now run by Jeffrey's cousin.
   Jeffrey told police he was in charge of the Haraiki Pub in one visit in 2006, so he long had close ties to the place as well.
   His mother Dolly McGuire died young as well, as did Dolly's father (Jeffrey's grandfather) the noted Montreal entrepreneur and quasi-gangster Johnny McGuire who co-owned PJ's on Peel and died of lung cancer at 55 in 1984.
   In spite of his Greek name, Tritsis identified strongly with his Irish heritage and is seen on Facebook visiting the Emerald Isle.
Jeffrey with father George
Jeffrey and wife visiting Ireland
   Jeffrey had a criminal record in connection with an effort to collect on a deadbeat who borrowed money from loansharks.
   He worked with Larry Cooney in a futile attempt to scare the gambler into repaying money he is said to have owed.
   A former West End gang tough guy tells Coolopolis, "it's easy to catch gangsteritis in that world."
   Many have been mourning the young man's death on his obituary page, with one recalling his as a child, "full of energy, with a sparkle in his eye, he was a lovely young boy." 

Snowdon mystery: why was a duplex rolled from Decarie to Trans Island?

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   Montreal geography detective Urban Legend, who serves up considerable insight in the Coolopolis comments section, has assembled some pieces of a local geography  mystery. 
   Why was a duplex inhabited by Max Barr and retired Montreal police Capt. Hugh McCoy placed on a truck and move it 1.4 kilometres from 5707-5709 Decarie (NE corner Cote St. Catherine) to 5198-5200 Trans Island - just up from Queeen Mary in around 1947?
   The bizarre specter of an entire building being moved remains unexplained.
   The vacated site became a BA gas station, which was later removed via wrecking ball and replaced by a larger structure.
   In spite of the giggles seen in the photo, the experience must have been an unnecessary logistical nightmare.
   Crowds likely gathered, streets cleared of traffic, overhead electrical lines must have been painstakingly avoided as the house rolled down Decarie, east on Queen Mary and then north on Trans Island in order to slide it in directly adjacent to the already existing duplex to its south at 5192-5194. 
    Being a brick house surely made it a risky endeavor, considering the likelihood of major cracks and other structural fractures occurring during transport and installation. Such moves today are rare and generally only for heritage dwellings.
   It's not entirely unprecedented, however as Al Palmer noted that the original Miss Montreal Restaurant was a train car rolled down Decarie from the Cartierville flying fields. 
   Resident McCoy was among those in charge of the Rosemount police station and was involved in high-profiled gambling busts in the 1930s before retiring in 1939. 
   Drapeau's Caron Commission called him to the stand in February 1951 and he told them the police practice of putting padlocks on the door was a farce that all officers were fully aware was futile, as gambling guys would simply open a new den down the hall. 
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   The house, in its new spot, sits only a few doors down from 5146 Trans Island which is the spot from where gangsters attempted to dig into a bank across the street in 1967. And in 1986 a pair of bodies were left in a trunk for 41 days around the corner. 



Mount Royal metro - it's time to build the building that never got built

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  Back at the dawn of 1960s metro construction, every station pretty much earned a commercial structure upstairs, as all knew that the traffic in and out would lead to hefty sales in a win-win slam-dunk extravaganza bonanza.
    Victor Prus was the architect darling who came up with this structure at the Mount Royal metro, approved by Montreal executive council in 1963, a few years before the station opened.
   Prus, born in Poland in 1918, didn't get his Mount Royal metro building plan but a number of other structures he dreamed up became real, so he - unlike so many other architects - didn't end up weeping into his Canadian Club when he died in Montreal in January 2017 at the age of 99.
    This tiny bit of green space on the west side of the current metro is known as Gerard Godin Square, named after a separatist poet who was a Plateau media darling of in the Parti Quebecois cabinet before dying of brain cancer.
   Around 15 triplex/duplex residential structures on Rivard and Berri were demolished for the metro as well as a number of a series of larger buildings and storefronts along Mount Royal, which included Quebecois-owned businesses like Bernard Lemaire and Brothers, Pineau and Son, Mutuel Lucerne Adjusting, Laurentide Insurance and Pastor Patisserie, according to the 1958 Lovells Director.
   Various activities now take place where those buildings once stood, including the occasional mini farmers market and so forth.
   But seems that the area got a little shortchanged considering it's the most notable metro station in the booming artsy-district, now one of the city's hottest real estate markets.
    Mayor Jean Drapeau, one might have assumed, might have made it a priority to see something more dynamic built on his beloved east-side property.
    Now that a Plateau-friendly municipal administration has taken power in Montreal, one might well revive a multi- floor building at this site, which could provide amplified space for do-gooder initiatives, giving space from everything woke, ranging from poncho-clad juggler buskers, to bike repairmen who take time to adjust your spokes before setting you free to roll.
   Provincial Public Security Minister Robert Perrault proposed building a tunnel from the Caisse Populaire to the metro from the northwest corner of Rivard and Mount Royal. But that $6 million proposal never bore fruit. *

1997 proposal to create a tunnel under Mount Royal
*La Presse 26 May 1997 A-7



Mel Hall, the Montreal star ballplayer who got 85 years in prison

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   It was clear that Mel Hall was unusual from the start, as he was one of the very few major league baseball player to embrace winters in Montreal.
   What's stranger is that he didn't even play for the Expos.
   Hall met a model named Tanya Chine while on a road trip to Montreal after being called up to the Chicago Cubs from the minor leagues in July or August 1982.
   "She was a model downtown and I had some friends here who were into that. They said 'let's go downtown and see a fashion show.' So there were all these models there, and I asked her for a date, and of course she said no," Hall told journalist Brian Kappler in a Feb. 12, 1986 Montreal Gazette article.
    Hall added that he liked living in Montreal. "I'd rather live here than in the States. Montreal is so cosmopolitan; there are different races here, that makes it a lot easier."
   Chine, the family name Hall's wife Tanya provided, is possibly a pseudonym. She is believed to be an Italian-Montrealer, with one version suggesting that she shared a last name with some noted underworld figures.
   Hall expressed an interest in playing for the Expos but General Manager Bill Stoneman explicitly stated that the team was not interested in his services.
   Hall left the Chicago Cubs in 1984 after only one full season and joined the Cleveland Indians where he played four years, switching to the Yankees at the start of 1989, where he lasted five years, leaving the majors at the age of 32 in 1992.
   Hall, while never a superstar,  managed to stick around the majors for parts of 13 seasons and called Montreal his off-season home from about 1982 to 1990.
   After the end of each season Hall would return to spend his winters in Montreal, save for a few weeks of golfing and winter ball in the Caribbean, which he stopped in 1986 when his wife was expecting their first child who was born the next spring.
   Hall, by many accounts, appeared to be an upright citizen during his time in Montreal where he lived in a $250,000 condo bordering Outremont, said to be Le Sanctuaire near Van Horne and Wilderton.  
   Hall was an extrovert in Montreal, participating in various baseball clinics and co-owning a batting cage on the second floor of the Cote St. Luc shopping centre where a kid could get 20 swings for a buck.
   In a story that only came out much later, Hall allegedly invited a teenage girl Christina Fuoco into his Porsche sometime around 1989. She was working part time at the mall and he apparently shoved her head towards his unclad crotch. She exited the vehicle shocked and traumatized.
   Hall also served as volunteer coach for the girls basketball team at Rosemount High in the mid 1980s. No unsavory incidents were publicly reported but Hall later got into considerable trouble coaching girls basketball after retiring in Texas.
   Hall suffered a serious concussion and other injuries in a car accident in Texas in May 1985 that left him sidelined for many months. It's unclear whether that accident coincided with any changed behaviour but in the late 1980s Hall's behaviour became increasingly unhinged.
   In 1989 he reportedly plotted to get his girlfriend and wife to fight each other near the swimming pool at his team's hotel.
   When Hall moved on to the New York Yankees, his already-unusual behaviour became over-the-top, as he brought exotic animals into the clubhouse and wrestled with star teammate Rickey Henderson. He also openly courted a 15-year-old girl and raged against his manager so intensely that he broke a door and viciously belittled a younger player named Bernie Williams, who went on to larger things.
 The Yankees were unable to trade Hall and there were no takers when his contracted ended in 1992. He spent three years playing in Japan and then had a brief fling with the Giants in 1996.
   Hall eventually left the sport and was later sentenced to an eye-popping 85 years in prison for a series of encounters with underage girls, some under age 14.
   He will not be eligible for release until Nov. 2031 at the age of 71.
   And while copious detail has been laid about concerning Hall's various misdeeds, his local legacy isn't entirely clear. 

Mount Royal metro - it's time to build the building that never got built

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  Back at the dawn of 1960s metro construction, every station pretty earned a commercial structure upstairs, as all knew that the traffic in and out would lead to hefty sales in a win-win slam-dunk extravaganza bonanza.
    Victor Prus was the architect darling who came up with this structure at the Mount Royal metro, approved by Montreal executive council in 1963, a few years before the station opened.
   Prus, born in Poland in 1918, didn't get his Mount Royal metro building plan but a number of other structures he dreamed up became real, so he - unlike so many other architects - didn't end up weeping into his Canadian Club when he died in Montreal in January 2017 at the age of 99.
    This tiny bit of green space on the west side of the current metro is known as Gerard Godin Square, named after a separatist poet who was a Plateau media darling of in the Parti Quebecois cabinet before dying of brain cancer.
   Around 15 triplex/duplex residential structures on Rivard and Berri were demolished for the metro as well as a number of a series of larger buildings and storefronts along Mount Royal, which included Quebecois-owned businesses like Bernard Lemaire and Brothers, Pineau and Son, Mutuel Lucerne Adjusting, Laurentide Insurance and Pastor Patisserie, according to the 1958 Lovells Director.
   Various activities now take place where those buildings once stood, including the occasional mini farmers market and so forth.
   But seems that the area got a little shortchanged considering it's the most notable metro station in the booming artsy-district, now one of the city's hottest real estate markets.
    Mayor Jean Drapeau, one might have assumed, might have made it a priority to see something more dynamic built on his beloved east-side property.
    Now that a Plateau-friendly municipal administration has taken power in Montreal, one might well revive a multi- floor building at this site, which could provide amplified space for do-gooder initiatives, giving space from everything woke, ranging from poncho-clad juggler buskers, to bike repairmen who take time to adjust your spokes before setting you free to roll.
   Provincial Public Security Minister Robert Perrault proposed building a tunnel from the Caisse Populaire to the metro from the northwest corner of Rivard and Mount Royal. But that $6 million proposal never bore fruit. *

1997 proposal to create a tunnel under Mount Royal
*La Presse 26 May 1997 A-7



The most terrible thing that ever happened in NDG

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   The most horrific thing that ever happened in NDG occurred on Hampton Ave. during World War II.
   It took place on  Dec. 30, 1943 between 11:30 a.m. and 1 p.m. in the basement of 4193 Hampton. 
   Gordon R. MacLennan had left his home that day to his job at the Canada Car Munitions factory in what's now Le Gardeur 40 kilometres east of his home.
   The couple had been living with their son and two daughters in the semi-detached home for about five years.
   Edna Robinson MacLennan, 43, was alone with son Donald, 12, and daughters Miriam, 9 and Helen, 8.
   She invited the  youngest child to the basement where she shattered the girl's head with an axe.
   She removed the child's clothing, washed her body and tucked her in bed upstairs.
   She then summoned Miriam, who got the same treatment and was placed next to her sister.
   It was then Donald's turn and she ended his life with three strikes of the axe to the head.
   He was too heavy for her to transport so she left him on the stairs, where he was later discovered lifeless.
   Edna found that her daughter Miriam was still breathing so she called her family doctor Clifford Smith, who lived nearby but was at his Rotary Club luncheon.
   He came to the scene and was greeted by Edna MacLennan wearing a blood-soaked white negligee.
   He saw the two sisters in their bed and called for an ambulance.
    Miriam was rushed to the Montreal Neurological Institute but died en route due to a shattered skull, the same injury that killed the other two.
   She told investigators that she wanted the children to go to heaven.
   Others on the scene included John Martin Duckworth, who later told an inquiry that there was no doubt at all that Edna killed the children. Sgt. Det. Felix Prysky found the axe on the bloodstained basement floor. Coroner Rosario Fontaine was also on hand.
   Edna Robinson MacLennan was brought to the womens jail cells on Gosford where she stared at the floor for hours without moving.
   A coroner's jury declared her responsible for the deaths and she was charged with three counts of murder on Jan. 11.
   On February 15 she was declared unfit to stand trial and ordered to the Verdun Insane Asylum, now known as the Douglas Hospital.
   Her murderous behaviour was blamed on religious exaltation.
   Gordon MacLennan moved out of the home soon after, as Lovells directory indicates but the subsequent fate of both parents remains a mystery.
   The story had to compete for headlines with a couple of other local disasters, as four children died that night in a St. Lambert house fire, a young woman was blown up in a dentist office at the downtown Drummond Medical Building and a Montrealer killed his actress wife in Brooklyn.

Who killed Pina Nerone?

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   Giuseppina "Pina" Nerone was just 25 when her sister Felicia found her strangled in her bathtub.
   The hot water, now cold, was still running and Nerone was clad in her bathrobe as she lay lifeless in the water at her home in the concrete tower at 33 Cote St.Catherine apartment 810 on Nov. 24, 1986.
   Her skin had been badly scalded, as she had been left in extremely hot water.
   Nerone was well-known and respected as the Reservations Director at the Shangri-La Hotel, now a Best Western at 3407 Peel near Sherbrooke.
  Staff considered her part of the inner circle Shang Gang, as workplace friends that met outside of work.
   She was given the prestigious task of guiding an important delegation from Disney around Montreal.
   Nerone's Chinese robe, as seen in this photo, was part of the East Asian theme of the 200-room Shangri-La, opened after Pogh Lin Ho and her partner Chong Siong Lin bought it for $6 million in 1985. It went bankrupt eight years later with $30 million in debt and is now a Best Western.
 The Allo Police crime tabloid reported that Nerone had quarreled frequently with her boyfriend Vincent J. Lilly prior to her death.
  "They painted a real nasty portrayal of it," Lilly told Coolopolis this week.
   Lilly was well-known in Montreal as lead singer of funk band Kinky Foxx, which had a loyal and enduring following as the unofficial house band of the Checkers bar on Park above Mount Royal from about 1982 to 1991. 
  Lilly took over from Johnny Kemp who went solo after only a few visits to Montreal and was described by some as being reminiscent of Michael Jackson.
  Lilly notes that he was engaged to be married to Nerone at the time of her death.
  "We never broke up. We had our arguments like every couple. She invited me to meet the Disney troop when they came to the hotel she worked for," he wrote. . 
  Lilly was not connected to the death of his girlfriend Nerone, so the crime tabloid article playing up their disagreements seems unfair. The negative publicity did not hurt his career however as the band kept going strong for several more years in these parts. Whoever killed Nerone might never be known.

Inside the world of old-time Montreal sex phone lines

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   A Montreal woman who worked the phones at one of those old-time sex phone hotlines explains her experience in this exclusive account.
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   Montreal is considered the capital of so many things, but no one comes even close to our leads in all things sex.
   The late 80s saw the emergence of a new form of safe sex: phone sex lines.
  It slowly evolved from the loop lines of the 70s, when someone realized there was coin to be had.
   Where the numbers followed a similar order (loop lines ended in 1175/1176), the 80s brought in 1-976, but also many local lines.
   Late night TV ads eventually had you believing that hot, sexy young things were waiting for your call, with a languorous voice becoming you to call “(moan)...onnnnnnnne, nine seven six...”.
   I can assure you, it was more like the Aerosmith Sweet Emotion video.
   It was mostly older, and often very heavyset women on the other end, watching TV, running through a script.
   I worked for an outfit often referred to as the top line here, Aphrodite.
   The owner was a lovely, but morbidly obese woman who went by the name Emmanuelle, and ran the biz out of a swanky apartment on St Marc.
   I was Corrine, as she wanted names that could be either French or English.
   We’d take the call, get the guy’s name and credit card info, then check its validity via some number game Emmanuelle figured out to determine if the card was legit.
   To her credit, there must have been some merit as I don’t recall every having a chargeback.
   Once all the very unsexy stuff out of the way, we’d get to what they wanted, usually straight up “tell me what you’d do if I were there,” or the more expensive calls for domination.
   Making someone bark like a dog while I watched the Price is Right was always fitting.
   It paid well, and we were given cash weekly.
   A normal week was around $500, not shabby for 1989.
   Was it sexy for us? No.
   Were there big names? Yes.
   Did I ever veer off-script? Once.
   Some poor bastard whose name I kept forgetting, and I referred to “my cock” instead of “your cock”. It was awkward, and high time I got out of that game. Especially when a known con was trying to track me down for “real life meetings.”

What became of rowing champ Tom Ozslansky who killed four at the Cote de Neiges Plaza?

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Tom Ozslansky
Thomas Ozslansky was a 21-year-old Canadian rowing champion living at 4413 Gatineau who became a killing machine after ingesting LSD.
   Ozslansky was born in Hungary in 1951 and came to Montreal at a young age. He would go on to become a rowing champion whose feats are still listed on rowing websites.
   He ordered four restaurant employees into a walk-in freezer at the Ben Ben Ash delicatessen in the Cote de Neiges Plaza at 3:30 a.m. on Saturday June 25, 1972 and shot them dead.
   Spiros Mayrelatos, 18, Sender Nincowcz, 54, Benjamin Earle Segal, 18, and Antonios Alefragis, 22 all died tragically and senselessly.
   Ozslandsky also shot a security guard but he survived and called police.
   A pair of cops from the Night Squad gingerly searched the mall to see if he was still in hiding but Ozslansky (sometimes spelled Ozslanszky) had fled.
   Ozslansky, a former security guard at the mall, stole around $3,5000 in cash from the restaurant and then dumped his weapon in the Back River.
   He entered a Laval police station a few hours later to recount an incoherent story about the Ben Ash deli.
   Police arrested him.
   He confessed, telling them that he had been feeling nervous after a rowing race and a friend gave him LSD to relax.
   This triggered off his psychosis and he lashed out after he imagined everybody was laughing at him.
   He carried a gun, he explained, to protect himself from drug dealers who had previously beaten him up.
   Ozslansky was sentenced to four counts of life in prison but reports were not clear as to whether they would be served concurrently.
   Corrections Canada tells Coolopolis that they do not have him on file, which appears to indicate that he is not in prison.
    Indeed Ozslansky has not even been mentioned in media, it would seem, since he was sentenced in early 1973.
    And while he might have changed his name, the Quebec Official Gazette and Le Devoir do not appear to record any such application.
   If Tom Ozslansky is still alive, he'd be about 66 years old.  

The Holy Grail of Montreal rock and roll mysteries: who was Stuart Saturn?

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   Record collector Pascal Pilote has spent six years obsessively trying to unearth the mystery of an obscure rock musician who released a competent prog rock album in 1979 under the name Stuart Saturn.
   Saturn recorded a series of trippy-sounding singles and an album with the help of Harmonium producer Peter Burns, who has since died.
   Saturn, known as The Singing Astrologer spent time in Montreal but was mostly based in Miami and claimed to have worked for 15 years across North America and Europe in the aim of educating the world to astrology through music.
  He claimed to be a clairvoyant too.
  In one biography he noted that he did astrological readings during his live shows, which supposedly included visits to both Place des Arts and the Montreal Forum.
   For $4.00 he could send you a personalized astrological chart.
   He starred in five dozen radio and TV interviews, according to his claims, but none can be found.
   He also wrote that played guitar for the Jackie Gleason Show Orchestra, Bobby Sherman, Sonny and Cher, Tom Jones, Frank Sinatra, Ray Charles, Tony Orlando and Lou Rawls.
   He read astrological charts for stars including David Bowie, Jimmy Page and Eric Clapton.
   In spite of the possible exaggerations, Saturn's music is melodic, unpredictable and disarmingly charming.
   Please help solve this rock and roll mystery.


Manslaughter Mayfair Ave. affair: what an NDG teen did when he got tired of his stepmom

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   Louis Di Benga, 15, shot his stepmother Adrienne Frenette, 36, dead at 4544 Mayfair on Oct 3, 1935.
  Here is his confession.
 My father remarried November 1932 and since then things did not go well. My sisters had to move out. I was sick of it so just before supper I went into my father's room and took his gun and put seven bullets inside and went downstairs to set the table. After supper I went to lie down. A little after 10 pm when my stepmother went up to her room I shot a bullet in the back of her head.

   Louis' brother Michael and father Felix heard the shot and ran upstairs.
  "What did you do?" asked dad.
 "I killed her," said son Louis.
  Michael ran to alert neighbour Tom Carveth at 4530 Mayfair. Dr. Murray arrived but it was too late to save Frenette.
   Felix Di Benga had moved into the home with his Irish-Canadian wife and their children seven years earlier. He was an engineer-mechanic between jobs after working at Dominion Bridge and Peter Lyall.
   His second wife Adrienne was French Canadian from Bathurst, New Brunswick.
   Louis Di Benga was described as tall and dark. He had few friends and read a lot. He going to be late to school nearby that morning so he chose instead to skip the day and go to a movie downtown. In the afternoon he returned a magazine to a neighbour that he had borrowed.
    A coroner's jury needed only one hour to find Louis Di Benga criminally responsible for the death and he was charged with murder on Oct. 7, 1935. The charge was later dropped to manslaughter and it's unknown what his eventual sentence became or what became of any other family members.
   Just days earlier, a pair of teenage boys had killed a merchant in a high-profile downtown event described in the retail chapter of Montreal 375 Tales, available now on Amazon.
  

Driving in Quebec - a motorist's survival guide to traveling in the ultimate nanny state

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Every new year brings new restrictions and inconveniences on motor vehicle driving, which make Montreal and Quebec the most overgoverned place around when it comes to road traffic.
   Technology has seen accidents and injuries reduced by half over the last twenty years and yet Montreal is still piling on the unnecessary regulations.

 A list:

  • Montreal fails to configure roads to allow for roundabouts, preferring the more dangerous and machine-technology-maintenance-electricity dependent traffic light systems.
  • Right turns on red lights remain banned while legal everywhere else in North America (except Manhattan). Calls to repeal the ban date back to at least 1939. 
  • Quebec becomes Canada's first province to mandate seat belts (1976). 
  • Ten buck annual feed added to car registrations to fund accident victim hotline (c. 2001)
  • Winter tires made mandatory (2014). Premier Couillard now wants to extend the period (2017) No other jurisdiction in Canada requires winter tires.
  • No talking on cell phones or texting while driving (2008 - one year before Ontario).
  • Quebec becomes first province to force all drivers to use snow tires in winter.
  • Emissions checks for older vehicles deemed mandatory (c. 2013)
  • Proliferation of bike paths, bus lanes, extended accordion bus parking spaces, handicapped parking space, resident parking and pregnant women parking (at malls) all combine to deprive motorists of much-needed parking spaces and harm local commerce. 
  • Montreal pressures parking lot owners to shut down their lots and build condos on their properties (c. 2000)
  • Motorists are to face fines for failing to wipe snow off a car (c. 2012)
  • Montreal forces motorists to wait longer at red lights by adding pedestrian crossing to allow for diagonal crossings, even in cases of little demand. 
  • Massive numbers of superfluous traffic lights are added to new development areas, such the area  adjacent to the MUHC superhospital
  • Montreal mayor Denis Coderre vows to lower speed limits within the city within two years. (2017)
  • Quebec passes a law ordering drivers to stay one metre from bikes, and implements new fines for opening a car door while a bicycle is coming (dooring) (2016)
  • New drivers, who already cannot consume even a drop of alcohol, are forbidden from driving more than three passengers and are banned from driving after midnight. (2017)

       Drivers themselves can be blamed for some of these restrictions. Unlike cyclists, who have loudly fought any attempts to force them into helmets, motorists have complied meekly with every new rule.
       It's likely merely a matter of time before motorists are forced to wear helmets behind the wheel.
  • Old school Montreal biker Bobby Chou dead at 68

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      Old time biker Bobby Chou has died at 68 after battling a chronic liver problem.
       Chou did not speak a word of English when he moved to Montreal from China at age 10 but quickly became fluent, with one version having him learn the language by reading an entire dictionary.
       He was sent to Weredale boys home and Shawbridge after a period of being out of control, possibly due to his fighting those who bullied him for being different.
       He attended Monkland High School and befriended biker Mike French, who he eventually followed into the Satan's Choice motorcycle gang in 1972.
         The crew was relatively unstructured compared to later biker gangs, with most members barely scraping by on various odd jobs, welfare and petty drug dealing.
        Chou's closest friends Mike French and Brian Forget became increasingly violent and erratic with time.
       Chou's association with the two might have earned him a worse reputation than he merited. Both French and Forget were later murdered.
        Chou mastered kung fu moves, which he employed to fell at least one much-larger opponent in the form of killer John Slawvey who he confronted at Herbie's Bar.
       Slawvey owed Chou money and Chou managed to get the better of him, leaping on him before he could get up. Slawvey's girlfriend eventually sprayed Chou with mace to end the fight.
       Chou was no stranger to police and one time legendary Night Squad Detective Jacques Cinq-Mars introduced himself to to Chou by putting a gun to his head at the Arc (later the Picassos on St. James), begging Chou to make a move. Chou wisely complied and went off peacefully.
       Throughout this time Chou managed to father five sons and one daughter with at least two different mothers.
     About a decade ago Chou was savagely beaten by Jamaicans on the street outside a bar on Cavendish below Sherbrooke. They slashed his throat but he survived.
       Chou had also suffered an injury a short time earlier in his job doing heating and ventilation systems.
       In his later years Chou would stroll the west end and play pickup softball games on Sundays at NDG Park, in spite of coping with a liver ailment that eventually killed him.
       He lived on St. James near Cavendish in his later years and said he didn't have a phone, as he said his girlfriend worried that it would lead him to mischief.
        Although many might recall Chou for wild biker mayhem, one close friend from the biker scene recalled Chou for his kindness, noting one episode at a funeral where Chou spent two hours singlehandedly calming a belligerent drunk who was lashing out at everybody in sight.

    When Montrealers went camping in the city

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    For decades Montrealers would return to nature not in far-off places distant from the city, but rather right in the city itself.
       Highways in the 1930s and 40s were far less developed than they are today and cars travel was far more perilous.
      These factors helped create a market for urban camping grounds in places that are now all filled with buildings. Here are a few.
       Maple Leaf cabins were at 6070 Cote de Liesse, just south of where the Ikea now stands.

     Hotel La Barre is still there at 2019 Taschereau Blvd, rebuilt and now called the Motel Royal La Barre

     The Cheerio Cabins was to be found on the south side of St. James just west of Cavendish, around where the large Provigo grocery store now thrives.





     This one sat near the St. Lawrence River around where Lafleur and Lasalle Blvd intersect.


      The Montreal Tourist Cabins sat on the south side of Sherbrooke,  just east of Langelier.

      River and Wellington - where the Verdun Canadian Tire now sits, is the site of the Verdun Tourist Camp that was around in the 1940s. 

    Club 281 - Montreal's unique strip club for ladies - Montreal 375 Tales book excerpt

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    Club 281281 St. Catherine E., 94 St. Catherine E. (1980—) When hunky Leonard Lalumière stripped down on stage at the former Club Abitibi in April 1980, he became the first man to dance for women at a male strip club in Montreal, pioneering a tradition that thrives at the same club decades later.
       Owner France Delisle, a former construction worker from Abitibi, had operated a Latin-themed bar for a decade when he caught wind of a wildly popular male strip club in Miami.
       Delisle sought to adapt the concept to his Latin-themed bar but was clueless on how to recruit male strippers in a city which had none. Delisle took to the streets and spotted the hunky Lalumière, 40, strutting down St. Catherine and followed him in his white Cadillac, eventually persuading him to become the first Montreal beefcake stage star.
       Andrea Puzo, who played for Canada's soccer team, became another early attraction for wide-eyed women who routinely giggled and screamed while watching the muscular entertainers flex abs and biceps and drop trou.
       The club was a smash, as busloads of transfixed women came to ogle and shower money and gifts on the 45 dancers showing off their manly charms on all three floors for 13 hours a day in the first five years. Stars included Randy "Johnny Banana" Thomas who invited women to pull bananas off of his belt, until only his own remained.
       James The Rocker was a top heartthrob, as was Andrew, now 47, whose soapy shower show is still an attraction after his 28 years at the 281. Fake cops, firefighters and businessmen, as well as acrobats, fire-breathers and a classical violinist also remain popular.
       The club relocated from its original home after UQAM purchased and demolished the building in 2002. France's daughter Annie took over just as the club moved a little west to the former Casa Loma, a spot where it still thrives. Early-era clientele took great pleasure in turning the tables on chauvinism, according to current owner Annie, but she says current audiences have no such political axe to grind. 
         
                                          ***       
    Stories like this fill the must-read Montreal: 375 Tales of Eating, Drinking, Living and Loving, order your paper copy here now or buy it at Indigo or Paragraph.

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    City of Cote St. Luc's breathtaking moment of brazen self-aggrandizement lives on

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       Cities would be hard-pressed to top the craziness of a handful of self-admiring Cote St. Luc councillors on Dec. 11, 2001.
        On that evening a half dozen sitting councillors of the city of 30,000 residents voted to name local parks after themselves.
         Parks in the area are still named after Ruth Kovac, Richard Schwartz, Glenn J. Nashen, Isadore Goldberg, Mitchell Brownstein and Allan J. Levine.
       None had done anything particularly exceptional to earn such honours but they deemed themselves worthy nonetheless.
       Provincial toponymy commission guidelines asks municipalities ensure that those so honoured be dead for at least a year and have "historical significance."
       Coolopolis has long been frustrated in its attempts to get an explanation for this bizarre event.
       None of the individuals in this brazen orgy of nominal self-aggrandizement has ever deigned to reply to emails requesting an explanation.
       Until now that is.
       The renamings were a spur-of-the-moment thing proposed by then-mayor Robert Libman in response to the impending megacity, which council feared would cost them their jobs.
       Well it turned out that these people stayed on the scene after all and Cote St. Luc returned to its old independent status within not too long.
       The names, however, stuck: Ruth Kovac Park, Richard Schwartz Park, Glenn J. Nashen Park, Isadore Goldberg Park, Mitchell Brownstein Park and Allan J. Levine Park remain on the map.
       The politicians forwarded a narrative that the councillors were worthy by virtue of performing the low-paid tasks of public service.
       At the time Libman was quoted as saying that the councillors "humbly accepted" that the parks be renamed after themselves. He confessed that the changes were a spur-of-the-moment thing that had not been discussed or planned before the meeting.
       Libman eventually embraced the megacity and played an important role on the executive council. He was voted out and his recent attempt to regain the position failed.
       Many of the councillors involved are out of politics and left little if anything to mark their legacy. Glenn Nashen, for example, lost two elections, won once narrowly and was acclaimed without opposition the other five times.
        Libman appears to regret the impulsive irrational and egotistical display that made a mockery of those who deserve to be honoured. He now pleads with those involved to ask for their names to be removed from the parks.
    When the City demerged, these same councilors were elected back to their previous positions, I called upon them to relinquish the park names which would have been the right thing to do. I didn’t run for reelection at the time and left politics so I couldn’t do more than make a public statement about the issue.  They didn’t relinquish the park names and my successor wasn’t interested in pushing the issue. With all the prominent figures in the world with a direct or indirect impact on our community, it would be much more appropriate to rename those parks. 
      Coolopolis calls upon Glenn Nashen and those others to request that their names be removed from the parks.
        The list of worthy replacements is endless: Myriam Waddington, who lived nearby and won a battle to get Jews accepted into Hampstead School. Sarah Maxwell, who perished saving children from a school fire. Epic war hero and Montreal cop Jacques Cinq-Mars, reformist Herbert Ames, Al Palmer and if they insist on naming something after someone still alive, Twinkle (Sheila) Rudberg, who launched Leave Out Violence (LOVE) might be a good choice.

    Anatomy of a homicide overlooked: How Kevin Campbell died on Devil's Hill in 2012

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       A half dozen projectiles ripped through Kevin Campbell, 22, at 9:20 p.m. on Aug. 17, 2012 on Devils Hill, as a pair of shooters killed the young man in clear sight of witnesses.
       Media reports noted the killing, but Campbell's name and image have never been published until now
      The killers were not apprehended.
      The shooting took place in a small section of the Ville St. Pierre section of Lachine sandwiched between Montreal West up the hill and the railway tracks, under which a pedestrian tunnel runs.
       Dozens of new homes have been built nearby but the area also remains semi-industrial.
       Prior to the shooting, someone had turned the tunnel surveillance camera sideways, which indicates that the killing was premeditated.
       Witnesses noted that one shooter was a light-skinned black man with a birthmark on his face. He wore a white t-shirt with jeans and took time to pick up the bullet casings on the ground after firing his shots.
        The other shooter was a tall dark-skinned black man who wore a dark-coloured track suit. He ran up the hill towards Montreal West after the shooting. The other shooter dashed in the opposite direction through the tunnel.
       Campbell had previously lived in the area but his family had moved away about a year prior.
       After he was shot, a witness screamed at the shooters and ran to Campbell and and waited with him for an ambulance. It was clear he was not going to survive but he did not die alone. In spite of the descriptions, police have failed to locate any suspects.
       Campbell embraced gang life in items that he posted on his facebook page, but others noted that he was generally good humoured and kindhearted.
       One unverified explanation suggests that Campbell had started as a delivery boy for a local marijuana dealer but had opted to go out on his own in defiance of his boss, who considered the area his turf.
      That coldhearted marijuana dealer, according to this narrative, then supposedly paid others to kill Campbell

    That time a heartsick young Jimmy McElligott threatened to leap off the NDG transmission tower

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        The majestic red-and-white transmission tower flanking the railway tracks near Wilson and Upper Lachine stands triumphant as an NDG landmark.
       But sadly, it lacks a narrative.
       So when your kid or guest to town asks "hey what's that thing?" your options to dazzle with offhand anecdote are limited.
       Some have darkly suggested that the towers beam down cancer rays that lowers lifespans of locals but there's not much to back that up.
       (Do you think you'll eventually get to some point or another? You're losing readers  by the second- Chimples) 
      The tower was, for a moment at least, a useful tool for a heartbroken lover.
      Back in the mid-1960s the tower was not flanked by those mafia shoebox condos, which sprouted up about a dozen years ago.
       Back then it stood on lands that long housed a Bell Canada facility and sprawling parking lot.





       Chronically misunderstood Jimmy McElligott, 21, left his home at 2066 Claremont on Saturday 24 April 1965 and climbed up the tower with the intention of leaping off to cure his broken heart.
       Neighbours called police, police called firemen and they called a priest.
       So fire chief William Greer and Father Dollard talked him down with a megaphone and the young and precious McElligott was brought to a police cell to answer some questions.
       McElligott found himself romantically distraught once again a year later.
       So on Thursday 19 May 1966 at 10 p.m. he pulled the same heartbroken climbing stunt for the third time (apparently there was another attempt we are not aware of).
       He rose up, step by perilous step, higher and higher towards the peak of a CN Rail lighting tower at 2993 Lionel Groulx (then called Albert) in St. Henri, this time to promise to kill himself over a girl named Cindy.
       A firefighter climbed up in the dark to coax him down. They insisted on total darkness for fear light might surprise him and lead him to fall.
       A reporter from an English language radio station chatted with him and somehow got a beer up to him.
       Sadly, however, McElligott died.
       He died 44 years later in Saskatoon after marrying a different woman and father a pair of kids. But heck it's still sad.

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