I'll tell ya what I remember, Bo. Tommy guns blazin'. Seven bullet-riddled bodies lyin' on the floor as the killers made their getaway. One was still alive when the cops got there. He regained consciousness in the hospital, said "I ain't gonna talk", and croaked, and it ain't been solved to this day. That was Chicago in 1929, baby. Tough town. The man behind the hit could only have been: Al Capone. He was tryin' to shut down 'Bugs' Moran and his gang and take over undisputed control of Chicago crime.

"One February evening in North Chicago, seven well-dressed men were found riddled with bullets inside the S.M.C Cartage Co. garage. They had been lined up against a wall, with their backs to their executioners and shot to death. With the exception of Dr. Reinhardt H. Schwimmer these men were mobsters working under the leadership of gangster and bootlegger, "Bugs" Moran. Within a few seconds, while staring at a bare brick wall, these seven men had become a part of Valentine's Day history: the St. Valentine's Day Massacre."

Chongo