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Dawn. I still haven't picked up the Tom Waits biography I was craving last Wed., and I'm heading out in a couple of hours to go sailing. Good south wind forecast, with ten to fifteen knots, gusting to twenty-five later so that ought to thin the knuckleheads. It's an overnight get out of 'Naptown deal. Bringing a roast chicken and few brews along with this non-fiction diamond - THE MAD ONES by Tom Folsom. I freakin' love this book. Violent, true, beatnik crime smeared with tomato paste. Crazy Joe, Kid Blast, Larry Gallo...not a heavy read at all, but clippy and smooth--a study of the sometimes lionized wiseguys who put the real red in Red Hook, Brooklyn. Lest you movie buffs forget--"It was a glorious time. Wiseguys were everywhere. It was before Appalachia, and before Crazy Joe decided to take on a boss and start a war. It was when I met the world."