Growing up in Bensonhurst, New York, where the mafia ran the neighborhood. One thing I have to say about them, they love to eat, drink, and they all have their entourage with them. I used to work in a bar, Tuesdays was sit down night. all the made men. gathered together. Joe blow, bill the fish, Louie the fish. Everyone had a nickname. I never knew their last names maybe because I did not want to know. I would have to take the guns and hide them in the icebox where the beer was stored.after their meeting was over they were generous with their tips and with my secrecy, I was like one of the guys. I am a female. this one has to get whacked, the guy down the street needs his legs broken, three points on the Jets .they were into everything gambling drugs murder. Well since then the mafia has diminished. I’m glad I’m out of that business, but in reality, family life was their life. The wives had to just put up with it. They could not leave. They knew too much.