In this episode, we step back into San Francisco at the end of the roaring twenties, when bootleggers, blackhanders, and quiet Mafia bosses carved out invisible empires in North Beach. It was a time when the city’s underworld tried to keep its violence out of sight — but the headlines told another story. As the turf wars raged and the names Ferri, Scariso, and Lanza splashed across the papers, one front page carried a heartbreaking tale about a destitute family so poor they were forced to eat their children’s pet rabbits just to survive. That contrast — the brutality of organized crime and the desperate innocence of ordinary people — reveals everything about San Francisco’s character in those years: beautiful, cruel, and endlessly human.

It’s also the backdrop for the rise of Elmer “Bones” Remmer, the city’s gambling king who would come to rule its after-hours joints, brothels, and backroom poker games from the Tenderloin to Lake Tahoe. His story intertwines with that of Jack Ruby, who once dealt cards for him, and the quiet influence of the Lanza family, who kept the Mafia’s presence subdued but steady. The bridges were about to open, the old order was crumbling, and a new kind of power was moving in — one that would change Frisco forever.
REFERENCES:

• https://matteogalante38.wixsite.com/columbusave/post/elaineworth
• JACK RUBY CHRONOLOGIES: 1940-64 AND NOVEMBER 22–24, 1963*
• http://mcadams.posc.mu.edu/russ/jfkinfo/jfk9/hscv9g.htm
• https://www.jfk-assassination.net/Deception_and_Deceit.htm
• https://educationforum.ipbhost.com/topic/1642-rubys-connection-to-san-francisco/
• https://www.americanmafia.com/Feature_Articles_201.html
• https://www.jfk-assassination.net/ruby.htm#rubybio
• https://matteogalante38.wixsite.com/columbusave
• https://www.foundsf.org/index.php?title=Prohibition_in_North_Beach
• San Francisco Examiner, December 21, 1928
• San Francisco Examiner, October 6, 1929
• San Francisco Examiner, October 15, 1930
• San Francisco Examiner, May 19, 1932
• San Francisco Examiner, May 20, 1932

TRANSCRIPT:

Welcome to the Secret History of Frisco Podcast. I’m your host, Knox Bronson.
I have a great episode for you today, about San Francisco’s gambling king of the Thirties and Forties, Bones Remmer with a sidebar on Jack Ruby, Lee Harvey Oswald’s assassin. As I researched Bones, it became apparent to me that we have to discuss the presence of the Mafia, or La Cosa Nostra, in San Francisco.
Traditionally, the presence of the Mafia in San Francisco has always been somewhat subdued. That’s the way they wanted it.
The exception might be in the four year turf war that began in 1928 and ended with Frank Lanza establishing control over the rackets in San Francisco’s North Beach neighborhood, also known as Little Italy.
Francesco Lanza, born in Castelbuono, Sicily, in 1873, emigrated to New York City in the early 1900s He arrived in San Francisco during WWI when he was forty years old.
A low-profile Mafioso, Lanza became a legal supplier of grapes to illegal wine-making operations across the U.S during Prohibition. In that era, he wisely remained far in the background while more conspicuous underworld figures perished in Prohibition Era gangland conflicts. He partnered with a Sicilian fisherman, Giuseppe Alioto, and together they exerted great influence over San Francisco’s Fisherman’s Wharf and its development.
Writer and historian Matteo Galante of San Francisco’s Columbus Productions explained it to me this way:
Boss Frank Lanza, underboss Joseph Piazza, and consigliere Sam Lima (of Ohio’s Society of the Banana) controlled the San Francisco La Cosa Nostra during prohibition. Piazza and a group of black handers tried to extort Giuseppe Alioto in the late 1920s, but Alioto was in partnership with Boss Lanza in the Exposition Fish Grotto.
Lanza’s Consigliere Lima opposed the extortion on Alioto attempt and Piazza tried to kill him, failing at this as well. Piazza disappeared in December of 1929. There were differing opinions about who was behind Piazza’s disappearance, but Sam Lima’s nephew, Tony Lima, who became San Francisco boss after Frank Lanza died in 1937, claimed credit for the killing.
It gets quite confusing, suffice it to say that there were a lot of murders in Little Italy as Prohibition rolled on.
In any case, the general consensus is that Frank Lanza began making serious moves to remove rivals and consolidate power as the Boss of the San Francisco Mafia.
On April 28, 1928 bootlegger Jerry Ferri, at the time San Francisco’s leading crime lord, was murdered in his apartment. The prime suspect in the killing was fellow bootlegger Alfredo Scariso, but he was never charged. On December 19 of that same year, his body was found with multiple gun shot wounds and dumped in the outer Mission where there was a sizable, though scattered Italian population.
Four days later, Mario Filippi, a suspect in the Scariso killing, was shot to death.
On December 21, 1928, The headlines read, “S. F. POLICE LAUNCH WAR ON GUNMEN
Double Murder of Alleged Gangsters Near Sacramento Brings Edict; Slayer Suspect Caught”
The story read, San Francisco will he an unhealthy place from now on for gangsters, gunmen and racketeers! With a double murder added definitely to the list of recent San Francisco-hatched gang killings, Acting Chief of Police William Quinn and Lieut. Charles Dullea, head of the homicide squad, yesterday issued that ultimatum to the underworld.
Police also announced they were satisfied as to the identity of the man who shot and killed Mario Philippi at a Sacramento street cafe a week ago, They said they hoped soon to apprehend him. Dullea, with Acting Chief Quinn’s backing, declared unremitting war upon “alien gunmen” known to be lurking in the bay region.
“We are sick and tired of these gang murders,” Dullea declared. “We are going to break the gangs up and drive them out of San Francisco, “We are going to jail every gunman we can lay our hands off. With the co-operation of the Federal authorities, we will deport all that have no right to be in America.”
Quinn announced that he had ordered the crime prevention bureau. under Detective James Coleman, to redouble its activity in investigating the status of every undesirable taken in custody.
“Typical gang job was the police verdict on the killing at Fair Oaks, Sacramento County, Wednesday of Alfredo Scariso, alleged murderer of Gerry Ferri, and Vito Pillegi Morgan Hill rancher.
The most plausible explanation, police said. was that Scariso, former New York gunman, killed Ferri, booze racketeer, in his apartment at 490 Lombard street November 24. and that a gang “got” Scariso for revenge.
The tangled skeins of evidence found by investigators led back to San Francisco’s underworld, There was still evidence, they said, that quarrels over Elaine Worth, Green Street Theater’s “Zee Zee,” had inspired the sequence of shootings.”
Now, this turned out to not be case, even though police found three pictures of the brunette bombshell in a Alfredo Scariso’s pockets after he was murdered. One of the pictures had a bullet hole in it.
Elaine Worth, born in 1909, a gorgeous Russian immigrant, landed the leading role in Easy for Zee Zee, a play described as a “risqué French farce” that premiered in the North Beach theater that same year.
Elaine had a thing for gangsters, a number of whom had a proclivity for getting murdered. We will do a bonus episode about Elaine in the future.
No, these murders appeared to be just part of Frank Lanza’s campaign to rule Little Italy’s underworld, although, as with so many things mafia-related there were so many players and intersections of motive, profit, affiliation, and ambition it’s like the quantum cloud once again with all the stories collapsing into different narratives in subsequent investigations.
The big movies at the end of 1928 were The Singing Fool, starring Al Jolson. The Circus, a silent comedy film by Charlie Chaplin, and Street Angel, a silent romantic drama. All were among the top grossing films of the year.
It was the release of Walt Disney’s “Steamboat Willie,” introducing Mickey Mouse to the world, that really caught the public’s fancy. It was the first ever animated cartoon with a film score and sound effects synchronized to the on-screen action. And everybody loved Mickey Mouse.
The top headline on December 21, 1928 read, “DESTITUTE FAMILY FORCED TO EAT CHILDREN’S PETS
LAST RABBITS FACE DEATH IN STEW POT
No Matter What Happens They Won’t Eat Cottontail That Belongs to Little Katie May
By SAM GOODHEART
No matter what happens, they won’t eat the little brush rabbit.
“Pinkie,” the big white one that was Michael’s pet, was killed last Sunday for dinner. *Fluffy’ went into the stew pot a week before that, while a certain small boy sat silent at the table, his lip trembling.
“No, mother, I ain’t hungry !”
Now the only two left in the rabbit hutch are the big black fellow that belongs to Jerry and the tiny cotton tail they caught over by Lake Merced, the one that Katie May treasures with all the love that is stored up in the heart of a tiny miss of three.
We found them yesterday morning. this family of eight children and their parents, living in a poor little shack that they have done their best to keep from fulling apart.
They were seated about an oilcloth covered table in the kitchen and their only food was coffee and bread. “Bread and coffee-coffee and bread.” laughed the mother with a brave attempt at cheerfulness. “But we cannot bring ourselves to eat the guinea pigs, and one thing we will never do-we will never kill Katie May’s cottontail.”
Other stories on the front page that day was a history of the refineries on Contra Costa County’s Oil Coast, stretching from Richmond to Martinez, announcements of a live Yuletide concert on radio station KYA, tree lightings, Christmas charities, and the strange case where the paper tracked down the identity of a female jaywalker who had been arrested a couple days earlier and interviewed her.
The headline said, Jaywalking Blonde’s Identity Established and the story read, “Still blonde, still indignant the mysterious jaywalker who would have no traffic with police officers was located yesterday by The Examiner.”
Her name is Mrs. Laura Wallet and she lives at 755 O’Farrell street.
(Can you believe how the paper published her address? This was common practice in that era.)
And she still has very uncomplimentary opinions of Police Officer James Clooney, who put her in the ding-dang wagon Tuesday night because she refused to come back after ignoring a traffic signal.
The mystery of the strange name and address she gave police Tuesday night was also cleared up yesterday.
“It got awfully cold in that jail and decided it was best to go home and turn on the radiator and the radio,” she said. “Some very nice officer asked me my name and I said didn’t want to give it. He said to give any name, so I called myself Mrs. Lee Forsyth of the Palace Hotel. I think that sounds pretty good. When the officer blew his whistle at me, I was almost across the street and late for an appointment. He ordered me to come back. but there was great big truck starting across the street, and who am to risk my life for a police officer?”
Mrs. Wallet 1s the wife of Mal Wallet, a radio salesman. She is a former modiste of Seattle, where she was in business for a number of years. Modiste being an outmoded term for a women’s clothing designer.
There were no further gang-related murders in San Francisco that year.
Jumping ahead to July 30, 1929 Frank Boca, considered to be Filippi’s partner in the killing of Scariso, was found murdered in his car.
The next murder was that of extortionist Genaro Broccolo, known as “Genaro The Magnificent” as well as “The Al Capone of the West” in October of 1930.
The banner headline read, “KILLING EXPOSES BLACKHAND RING.”
The Examiner reported, “There is no doubt that these blackmailers operating here are directly connected with gangs in Chicago,” declared Sergeant Thomas McInerney of Chief Quinn’s office.
Meanwhile, from all sections of the Italian district came only expressions of relief that Broccolo was dead, that his rule of terror was over. Scores visited his killer the city prison.
The Italian district was North Beach, or Little Italy, of course.
The final murder was that of Luigi Malvese, shot down on May 18, 1932 while walking through North Beach. He had made a reputation as a hijacker, bootlegger and gun running racketeer.
There are a lot of conflicting stories about La Cosa Nostra presence in San Francisco, local legends like Giuseppe Alioto’s partnership with Lanza in Fisherman’s Wharf and the motives and fallout from the four year murder span. I asked local historian Matteo Galante for his take on that particular slice of San Francisco history.
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This is what Matteo wrote:
I don’t think Lanza necessarily had an ascension in the SF underworld. I think it was more like he was dispatched from New York to be the boss – to organize the mafiosi among the black handers – and was recognized as such by the mafiosi due to his underworld stature (though not everyone liked it, like the number two man, Joe Piazza). Sam Lima was also already a boss in Ohio a decade before he came to SF around the same time as Lanza, so they were two powerful figures that were already known for organizing criminals. Alioto was powerful on the wharf in his own right, but was not safe from the mafia.
At the start of Prohibition, Lanza’s focus was legitimate business. He was successful and already wealthy. Lanza didn’t need to shake down residents or businesses, and I think that helped keep him more underground while the younger racketeers were extorting everyone and getting arrested or killed.
The underworld was a game of chess, and the Lanza/Lima combination knew their moves, while the Ferri/Malvese duo played a sloppy game of checkers. For example, I have not read anything about anyone from the Ferri gang who was in the grape or olive or insurance or real estate business; In other words, they made no attempt at legitimacy and stuck to being simple gangsters, extortionists, bootleggers, hijackers, gun runners, occasionally owning a cafe to launder money.
Now to circle back to the beginning. Lanza arrived shortly after Ingrassia and Mariano Alioto were killed by the Pedone-LaFata gang, predating any organizing of a San Francisco family structure.
Between two of his family members being killed and fishermen being extorted, like Alioto’s old boss, and Alioto himself targeted in the 20s by Piazza, I believe this is the reason for the Alioto-Lanza partnership, to have the protection of the family from being extortion and physical threat. Alioto also recognized Lanza an aggressive businessman.
Lanza’s relationship with the Aliotos included a one year partnership in the Consolidated Fishing Company. Together, they built the Exposition Fish Grotto, beginning in 1935 and finishing in 1937, shortly before Lanza died. The Lanza boys, James and Anthony, sold their interest in the restaurant shortly after Frank died. That is the extent of the Alioto-Lanza partnership as far as I’ve been able to uncover, but it seems to have been enough to keep Alioto in a respectable standing with the underworld.
On July 14, 1937 Lanza died of natural causes. His son, James, known as Jimmy the Hat, would assume control of the city’s rackets once again in 1961 and stay in power until 2006, dying at the ripe old age of 103. In the annals of organized crime, this is almost unheard of and is simply one more indicator of San Francisco’s unique underworld landscape. Our crime is more distributed.
I should mention that Jimmy was very close to Bones Remmer. Bones was liaison the Las Vegas interests for the Frisco La Cosa Nostra.
Prior to 1937, underworld power in San Francisco was divided between three entities, the Lanza Crime Family, the bail bondsmen McDonough brothers, and the San Francisco Police Department.
Of Irish descent, they were the proprietors of the deeply corrupt McDonough Bros. Bail bonds company, which they operated out of “The Corner” saloon near the Hall of Justice, a crucial nexus for facilitating police corruption, protecting vice operations, and wielding political influence. They pioneered a system providing comprehensive services for the accused, developing sophisticated communication networks with police stations to ensure rapid release for their clients, allegedly with judges and police on their payroll. They would alert brothels so the madams could prepare for incipient raids. Their influence was such that a grand jury once concluded, “No one can conduct a prostitution or gambling enterprise in San Francisco without the approval of the McDonough brothers.”
That the McDonough brothers and the Lanza Crime Family could coexist in such a geographically small area like San Francisco was unique anywhere in the county, an only-in-San-Francisco thing. The Lanza family represented more traditional Mafia rackets, while the McDonoughs derived their power directly from manipulating the levers of the justice system itself.
The combined strength of the Lanza mob and McDonough cartel created such a formidable barrier to external competition, it led Al Capone to complain that San Francisco’s underworld was so “highly organized and well protected that outsiders couldn’t break into” the city.
It wasn’t just the Lanzas and the McDonoughs who kept the mob from getting its hooks too deep into FRISCO. The third and perhaps most important party in keeping the town closed to outsiders was The San Francisco Police Department itself.
Prior to the Bay Bridge opening in 1936 and the Golden Gate Bridge in 1937, most people arrived in San Francisco via ferry, from locations in Oakland, Berkeley, Vallejo, and Sausalito. The ferries carried an estimated fifty to sixty million people back and forth across the bay every year. Some ferries carried automobiles as well. Police officers were stationed at all ferry terminals on the San Francisco side of the bay.
If they didn’t like the look of some man coming off the ferry, if he looked a little too slick and perhaps a little too Italian, they would detain him and inquire as to his intentions for their fair city. If they didn’t like his answers, if he seemed like a wise guy, they would put him on the next ferry back to Oakland.
Everybody, that is, everybody who mattered and had a say in things, was on board with this protocol that protected their profits.
The opening of the bridges changed everything.
Then came the Atherton report in 1937.
That year, under great political pressure, the San Francisco Grand Jury had hired an independent investigator, Edwin Atherton, a former FBI man, to investigate San Francisco vice in all its forms, for a reported fee of $40,000, or about $900,000 in today’s dollars. In his autobiography, “A Life In My Hands,” Lawyer Jake Erlich put the Atherton’s fee at $100,000. The Master, as Erlich was known, represented a number of the police implicated in Atherton’s final report, which rocked the city to its core. The Atherton Report estimated that the police collected $1,325,000 a year from gambling and prostitution operations alone. That is almost $30,000,000 in 2025 dollars. Not bad for a city with a population of 645,000.
The bridges open, the city’s old power structure dismantled, the city was ripe for a new boss.
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Elmer Francis “Bones” Remmer entered this world on the 24th of May, 1897, in Wells County, North Dakota. Growing up, he was the black sheep of his family. In his early twenties, he played football for the Canton Bulldogs in Ohio, one of the dominant teams in the nascent National Football League. He played alongside some of the legendary figures of early football, such as Jim Thorpe in that rough-and-tumble era of the game.
After football, he drifted west into the world of professional gambling, eventually getting hired in 1929 to run the infamous Cal-Neva Lodge on the California-Nevada border at north Lake Tahoe.
The next year, Remmer made national headlines when he tried, unsuccessfully, to collect a $13,000 gambling debt run up by actress Clara Bow, who had cancelled the checks she wrote to cover her losses when she returned home to Hollywood. I will do a future episode about quirky it-girl of the era and her escapades. Bones never collected the money.
And speaking of that, let’s discuss his nickname “Bones.” I’ve read two different stories about where the nickname came from. The first was that the name Bones was simply an underworld joke, given his huge and ever expanding girth. The other was his reputation as a ruthless debt collector, where deadbeats ended up as bones in the cold ground, Clara Bow notwithstanding.
Bones was a large, tough man with an appetite for both power and food. As time passed, both his waistline and his ownership in the Lodge increased. In 1937, when Graham and McKay were sent to jail for mail fraud, he took over the Cal-Neva.
The Cal-Neva laundered money for racketeers and bank robbers. Baby Face Nelson, the notorious bank robber, once hid out there, on the lam and wanted by the FBI. Bones introduced him to California bootleggers who hired him to guard their Prohibition era shipments.
At the Cal-Neva in the 1940s, the Nevada State Tax Commission once warned him to “put square dice and new decks on the table.”
Remmer operated operated the Menlo Club and, later, Bones Corner card rooms in San Francisco’s Tenderloin. His reach extended out to Alameda and Contra Costa Counties, and down the peninsula. Apparently future San Francisco District Attorney Edmund G. Brown with helped Bones to incorporate his business interests in San Francisco after he arrived in town.
Later, Bones did constant battle with Brown, now District Attorney of the city, but Brown was never able to convict him of any criminal charges. As is often the case, it was the IRS who Bones away for a couple years in the Fifties. The publicity Brown received fighting gambling in San Francisco helped him go on to be elected as the Attorney General of California and then Governor of the state.
Bones controlled after-hours joints, gambling parlors, brothels, and loan-sharking operations around Oakland, Emeryville, and San Francisco. In Emeryville, the mayor hung out at the Townhouse Bar, drinking all day long, while Bones ran the town. Apparently, Bones made stag films as well, but I cannot find much about the early porn business in San Francisco.
1933, while still running the Cal-Neva at Lake Tahoe, Bones opened the Menlo Club, at 30 Turk Street, one of many gambling joints in San Francisco’s Tenderloin district. It would be his base of operations in the city and surrounding areas for the next fifteen years. In April of 1948, after sustaining almost non-stop police raids, Bones gave up and closed the Menlo Club. He opened a new gambling house, Bones’ Corner, a couple blocks away on Eddy Street. Like the Menlo Club, Bones’ Corner was part of the widespread, illegal-but-tolerated gambling scene in San Francisco’s Tenderloin district.
In the early Forties, Bones moved into a beautiful mansion on Claremont Blvd. in Berkeley’s exclusive neighborhood of the same name. The house is still there, just inside the massive brick pillars at the entrance to the district, across from St. Clements Episcopal Church. In fact, the owners have just finished a beautiful renovation of both the house and the grounds out front. Bones still owned a large interest in the Cal-Neva Club at Lake Tahoe, but he had big ideas for San Francisco and outlying counties so he wanted to be down here in the Bay Area.
[intermezzo]
In 1933, Jack Ruby, future assassin of Lee Harvey Oswald, headed out to Los Angeles from Chicago. Things were tight in Chi-town and they had heard there was work out on the Coast. He and and a few of his young friends from the old neighborhood headed west.
He didn’t last long in Los Angeles. Work was scarce. His contacts, connected guys, had nothing for him and his friends.
Ruby’s sister, Eva Grant, said this about his time in LA: “I don’t remember out there anything but for the newspapers, you know, and first he came to Los Angeles and he nearly starved to death. He became a singing waiter and someone told him–well, he said he was on his way to San Francisco but I think he didn’t have enough money or gas to get there–to San Francisco.”
Ruby somehow later made his way to San Francisco and got work selling horse racing tip sheets at a mob-owned racetrack in San Mateo. Eva moved from Chicago with her son to live with Ruby. Around this time, Ruby became involved in the outfit’s little known but very lucrative marijuana smuggling operation from Mexico into California.
Eva had a close relationship with a Chicago gambler, Frank Goldstein, who had moved out to San Francisco. Goldstein put in a word with Remmer and, as a result, both Jack Ruby and sister Eva got jobs dealing cards at Bones Remmer’s Menlo Club. After a couple years, Ruby returned to Chicago. Eva stayed on in San Francisco. Ruby, of course, would move to Dallas in 1947. Eva joined him briefly there and then went back to Chicago.
The Warren Commission reported:
Although virtually all his San Francisco acquaintances knew Jack Ruby as “Sparky,” there is no evidence that, he engaged in violent activities in San Francisco or was reputed to possess a vicious temper. One friend, who stated that he resided with Ruby and Eva for about a year, described him as a “well-mannered, likable individual who was soft spoken and meticulous in his dress and appearance.”
Another friend described him as a “clean-cut, honest kid,” and the manager of a crew with which Ruby worked stated that he had a good reputation and appeared to be an “honest, forthright person.” The crew manager reported that Ruby associated with a sports crowd, some of whose members were involved with professional boxing, but not with criminals. He added that Ruby had a personal liking for law enforcement and would have wanted to become a police officer had he been larger physically.
This seems to be a whitewash, an attempt to paint Ruby as simply an everyday citizen, who, the story went, was so overcome with emotion at JFK’s murder, he felt he had to kill Oswald to protect Jackie Kennedy from the pain of Oswald’s eventual trial.
In truth, Ruby had a violent temper, was for a time an enforcer for Chicago labor bosses, and treated his employees badly at his Carousel Club in Dallas. He traveled with some Chicago wise guys to Dallas in 1947 with the intent to take over gambling operations in the area. Although he was considered a small-time peanut in the scheme of things, his involvement with organized crime was constant throughout his life.
His ties to San Francisco remained after he moved to Dallas. The Warren Commission reported that, on July 27, 1963, Ruby called Dave Rapkin, the owner of Moulin Rouge Club at 412-B Broadway in North Beach. The call to EX 7-6488, the club’s phone number, lasted for 3 minutes. Ruby reportedly owned a porn store located at 412-A Broadway.
A few weeks prior, his old employer, Bones Remmer, had passed away on June 11.
In four short months, on November 22, the world would be irrevocably changed.
Under new ownership in 1967, The Moulin Rouge became Mr. D’s, a very popular and elegant supper club, with Tony Bennett performing at the grand opening. Sammy Davis Jr., had a financial interest in the venture.
[intermezzo]
In the Bones Remmer story, Jack Ruby dealing cards at the Menlo Club is just a footnote. However, stumbling across Ruby’s not insignificant connections to San Francisco in my researches for this podcast was a surprise. I’ve been obsessed with the assassination of John F. Kennedy for over fifty years and this little bit of information took me down a wormhole, a vortex of players and their connections in the world beneath.
Most of what I learned is not germane to Frisco—The Secret History, but it certainly brought home a few things for me. Criminals are not like us. They are like sharks, always swimming toward the next score. They move around the country but remain connected. Money flows accordingly. They all know each other. James Ellroy once put it this way: “Everybody in The Life knows everybody in the Life and they all talk.”
When Ruby went on trial in Dallas for killing Oswald, his old friend from Chicago Barney Ross testified as a character witness. Do you remember Barney Ross, war hero, boxing champ, and writer for Jimmie Tarantino’s scandal sheet “Hollywood Nite Life?” Jimmie came to San Francisco in the mid Forties and went to work for Bones. If you haven’t already, I recommend listenings to the two Frisco episodes on Jimmie Tarantino. Easy to find at the website.
I will get back to Bones Remmer shortly. This is part one of the story. He was a massive presence in San Francisco for many years. My next story will about Bones attempt to bribe San Francisco Examiner columnist Freddie Francisco into laying off Bones in the newspaper. Remember Freddie, whose real name was Bob Patterson? Be sure to listen to the Bob Patterson episode, the charming ex-con and gifted writer who terrorized San Francisco high society in print.
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