Bob Dylan's romantic account of this mobster's life conveniently glosses over the man's cold-blooded ruthlessness. (Lester Bangs called the song "one of the most mindlessly amoral pieces of repellent romanticist bullshit ever recorded".) But Dylan did get Gallo's death correct: he was indeed blown down in a clam bar in New York. And now his remains lie forgotten beneath a scraggly bush, his name half covered with dirt.
Day 827
Crazy Joe Gallo
April 5th, 2014
Between even locating this guy plus excavating the genealogy of Eleanor Roosevelt, your sleuthing has reached a new high…
If the bullets didn’t get poor Joe, the clams might have.