Marco Rubio's Woes Continue As Wife Files For Divorce; Cites Husband's Obsession With ISIS Conquering America If GITMO Closes

Citing that "My husband is obsessed and petrified ISIS will invade and conquer the United States if the prison at Guantanamo Bay is shuttered", Jeanette Dousdebes Rubio, wife of Republican presidential hopeful Marco Rubio, formally filed for divorce Wednesday morning in Florida.

Obtained by the Miami Herald, the filing, said to be "extremely derogatory",  could be damaging to Sen. Rubio (R- Fla) in as he attempts to pull away from rival Rafael "Ted" Cruz (R-Tex)  and establish himself as the only alternative to front-runner, businessman Donald Trump.

Spokesperson for the Rubio campaign, Tiffany Fox, said that "Marco knows Jeanette is under a lot of stress by the gruel of the campaign, and will likely withdraw the filing once it is over. Theirs is a marriage based on love and respect."

Still, political pundits said that, even if true, any reconciliation might be too late for Rubio whose has made so-called "family values" a corner stone of his policy when not talking about ISIS. Some voters were put off by the thought of a wife-less president.

"Single presidents are fine for the movies, but in real life, a president needs a wife," said an Uber driver in Ruth, Nevada who spoke on the condition of anonymity. "Michael Douglas was good in "The American President", but in real life a president has to be ready for anything, even the Russians, and not focusing on getting new trim."

In the excerpt released Wednesday morning online by the Miami Herald, Dousdesbes Rubio, 42,  says that "From sunrise to well after the midnight hour, Marco is going on about ISIS. He blabbers that they have two S's in their name, 'just like the British SAS commandos'.  Seriously. He really thinks their black flag can fly over the White House. I think it's a shame he doesn't have faith in the United States Armed Forces to defeat ISIS once they invade.  Me? I don't think they will invade. Do they even have a Navy?"

After learning of the divorce filing. Donald Trump said it was for the good of the country. "It shows poor judgment on Marco Rubio's part. Who in their right mind would marry a girl named Dousdesbes?" 

Two Homicides Tuesday Afternoon: Western Ave. and Venice Blvd; 62nd and Harvard Blvd.

Details are few as of now, but two men were shot to death in separate incidents Tuesday afternoon and police are seeking the public's assistance in finding the assailants.

In the first deadly encounter at 1570 S. Western Avenue near Venice Boulevard, two men became involved in a verbal dispute which quickly escalated. The suspect, a male Hispanic approximately 18-years-old, produced a handgun and shot a male Hispanic, 24,  in the back. The shooter immediately fled the scene on foot. 

The victim was transported to Cedars Sinai Hospital where he later died. 

The incident is likely gang-related. Anyone with information can call the LAPD's Olympic Division detectives at ( 213) 382-6628

In the other killing, shortly before 4 p.m., at least two black males exited a vehicle nears Harvard Recreation Center on 62nd Street and Harvard Boulevard and approached a male black seated in the driver's seat of his car. The suspects fired multiple rounds, striking the victim in the head and upper torso. 

The shooters fled in their car, possibly a white Chrysler. 

The victim was taken to California Hospital where he succumbed to his injuries. 

This was a gang related killing.

Anyone with information can call the LAPD's Criminal Gang Homicide Division at (323) 786-5100

Saturday Night Road Rage Leads to Stabbing Death near Sunset Boulevard and Hoover Street

Shortly after 7 p.m. Saturday night, the occupants of two cars near Silver Lake got into a road rage situation.  One car drove off and the other car pursued it, authorities said.

Near Sunset Boulevard and Hoover Street, the idiotic driver and idiotic passenger of the car pursuing car, - a white male and black female - exited their vehicle, approached the occupants of the other car - two Hispanic males -  and began stabbing them.   One was stabbed multiple times in the chest. He was transported to USC Medical Center where he was pronounced dead. The other victim was stabbed in the hand, possible defensive wounds.

The suspects drove off in an older model, black Toyota 4Runner.      No further details are available now. Anyone with information can call LAPD's Northeast Division at (323) 561-3421.

Stanford and Harvard Professors Claim "Jeb Bush Is Actually Dumber Than Brother George W." Might Legally Be An "Imbecile"

Some records are thought to be untouchable. Joe DiMaggio's hitting streak of 56 consecutive games immediately comes to mind. Wilt Chamberlain' 100 points in a single basketball game is another. Politically speaking, few humans ever seriously thought George W.Bush's stupidity rating of .424 would ever be in danger of falling. 

Until today. 

George W's younger brother, Jeb Bush, a Republican candidate for President of the United States, posted a photo Tuesday of a .45 caliber handgun on Twitter with the single word caption "America".  (The picture gun appears to be from the respected Belgian company Fabrique Nationale, which has a manufacturing plant in South Carolina, where the Republican primary is set for Saturday. The Democratic primary is the following Saturday, Feb. 27.)

Instantly,  scholars who study "D.S.I," ( Dumbness, Stupidity and Imbecility) took out their Brain Wave Instruments, and several came up with a stunning conclusion; Jeb is dumber than G-Dub.

"This single act is among the most magnificent acts of straight-out dumb in modern times " said Roger Dithers, professor of logic at Harvard University.  "As an expert on logic, I must say I am impressed by his stupidity." 

Across the county colleagues agreed.

"I get it he's desperate, but this makes less-than-zero sense," said Darlene Johnson, professor of psychology at Stanford University. "To post a photo of a gun and caption it "America" when guns  kill thousands of Americans every year, well, like Sean Connery says in "The Rock", 'It's an act of lunacy'." 

2 People Killed Saturday In Separate South Los Angeles Shootings

Two homicides occurred today in South Los Angeles, one in Hyde Park and the other in the Broadway-Manchester area.

Shortly before 1 p.m. Saturday,  a black male approximately 25 to 30 years old was shot multiple times near Brynhurst Avenue and 67th Street, a decades-long stronghold of the Rollin' 60s Crips.. The victim somehow made it over to Crenshaw Boulevard where he was pronounced dead at the scene.  

About three hours earlier, officers from LAPD's Southeast Division responded to a "shots fired" radio call at 93rd Street and Broadway, Upon arrival, they found a  44-year-old black male laying face down, gunshots wounds to his back and neck. He was pronounced dead at the scene.  Officers searched the area for the suspected shooter, said to be a black male between 20 to 25 years of age..

Anyone with information can anonymously call LAPD's Criminal Gang Homicide Division at (323) 786 -5100.

More details when they become available.

LocoL Watts, A Soft Opening in a Hard Neighborhood Goes Beautifully

Location, location, location..  

That is said to be a major key to success when opening a restaurant. 

So where does Roy Choi open his newest venture, LocoL?  On 103rd, a street that during the 1965 Watts Riots became nationally known as "Charcoal Alley" and not for the coals used to grill steaks, but for the burning cinders of the torched buildings by African Americans pushed to the brink by mistreatment from law enforcement. To top that off, to defy the location, location, location pundits, it's a half block from Grape Street, which the mere - and threatening - mention of so often has preceded mayhem.  

But, on a dreary Monday afternoon, that location, 103rd and Grape, across the street from the Jordan Downs housing projects,  mighta been the most joyous, grateful and satisfied corner in this whole city.

"This is so good for the community," said Bow Wow,  a fixture in Jordan Downs, who is employed by LocoL as an "Ambassador".  The ambassador duties?  Well, let's just say Bow Wow, like any ambassador, represents the territory to other territories in a positive manner.

Some were in line to eat, Others were just hanging out, happy to be part of a celebration in a community that has seen so much sadness come its way. One of them was Daude Sherrills, who along with his brother Aqeela  - a prominent gang interventionist and owner/partner in this restaurant  - was one of the architects of the historic 1992 Watts Gang Peace Treaty. 

"This is what a community development business is all about," said Daude as he held court with old and new friends near LocoL's patio. "Plant the roots of the business deep in the community.  It won't tip over that way. There are 36 jobs here, and 99% of the workers are from Watts.  This is great."  

On Saturday, at LocoL's back patio, Nardo, another Jordan Downs stalwart who is employed here, was telling customers "It's a soft opening", He turned to a reporter he's known for decades who had chided him for that lingo.  "Hey, I'm learning the restaurant language."  

LocoL, which bills itself as a "revolutionary fast food restaurant", is the brainchild of Roy Choi and famed San Francisco chef Daniel Patterson. The next restaurant is set to open in SF's gritty Tenderloin district..   There's even one planned near the notorious Nickerson Gardens, a mile away from 103rd Street. . 

This is from Choi and Patterson  

"We are a company where the chefs think about what to feed you. Where the chefs think about how to take care of you. We fundamentally believe that wholesomeness, deliciousness and affordability don't have to be mutually exclusive concepts in fast food. We believe that fast food restaurants can truly empower the communities they currently underserve. We believe that the giant corporations that feed most of America have degraded our communities by maximizing profits over decades. We believe that chefs should feed America, and not suits."

Monday, one of Local's managers, well known as "Ready", was moving through the crowded restaurant with the ease of a maitre d' at Spago, greeting old friends, chatting up new ones.  "It's great to see you,"  "Welcome to LocoL." "Enjoy your meal." 

The line of customers went down Anzac Avenue for nearly a whole city block.They were not disappointed. 

"I'm not going to Burger King or McDonalds or Carl's Jr, anymore," said Dion Mangram, a life-long resident of Jordan Downs.  "This is my new restaurant, It's healthy and delicious and reasonable."  

Indeed, a fried chicken sandwich was four bucks and I'm craving it as I write this.   I might go back tonight.  Now, when I got to Watts  and I go often - LocoL will be my spot.

A local chef, Nancy Silverton, was at LocoL Monday afternoon and she raved about the hamburger and the chicken sandwich, but also about the concept. "This is delicious. I applaud Roy This is really something very special for our city."    

Inside, Roy Choi beamed when he saw a reporter who has covered Watts for 25 years.  They did a hard double-clutch handshake and - to the naysayers who doubted he could ever open on 103rd Street - he triumphantly roared  "Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em." 

It was the most beautiful restaurant opening I have ever attended.  And as tasty and healthy as the food is, LocoL is about location, location, location.

Appeals Court To Review Vindictive Prosecution Claim by Cleamon "Big Evil" Johnson's Lawyers, 3 Murder Charges Could Be Dropped

The California Court of Appeals will review a motion by defense lawyers of Cleamon "Big Evil" Johnson that argues their client is a victim of vindictive prosecution, a claim that if ruled in his favor would drop three of the five murder charges against the 89 Family Swan Bloods gang member.

Los Angeles Superior Court Judge Sam Ohta,  who is presiding over the case, had ruled against the motion in September, but the Court of Appeals agreed to review it, a decision that thrilled Johnson and his attorneys Robert Sanger and Victor Salerno

"This was very, very  good news," said Salerno.  He downplayed  any significance that the prosecution had asked for an extra week last Thursday to present their written case to the appeals court which is now due Dec. 18.  The defense will have an opportunity to respond to the prosecution's argument and the two sides could meet at the Ronald Reagan State Building to present their cases in February.  

According to a piece in the Yale Law Review,  legal "vindictiveness" does not refer to a prosecutor’s ill feeling toward, or even his desire to harm, a defendant. Rather, wrote Doug Lieb, a law clerk for the 9th Circuit U.S. Court of Appeals, "As defined by the Supreme Court,vindictiveness means that a prosecutor has retaliated against a defendant for the exercise of a legal right, denying his/her due process."  

Johnson spent more than 13 years on death row in San Quentin for the unrelated 1991 double murder of Donald Ray Loggins and Payton Beroit that he and co-defendant Michael "Fat Rat" Allen were found guilty of in 1997. That conviction was overturned in 2011 by the California Supreme Court which ruled that a juror, leaning toward acquittal, was wrongly removed by judge Charles E. Horan.

Johnson and Allen were sent back to the Los Angeles Men's Central Jail for a retrial  As they prepared to retry that 1991 case, the district attorney's office, aided by LAPD detectives,  set out to find additional cases to pin on Johnson.. They were given the luxury of time by the defendant's decision to waive their rights to a speedy trial  and the many subsequent delays in the case  LAPD detectives scoured the California penal system looking for inmates willing to testify against the man who is among the most famous gang members in the city's history.  

In addition to the two men - Payton Beroit and Donald Ray Loggins - shot to death at a car wash in 1991, the district attorney's office now alleges Georgia Denise "Nece" Jones, Albert Sutton and Tyrone Mosley were all killed or ordered killed by Johnson.  While Johnson was in Ironwood State Prison, Jones was shot and killed June 12, 1994 at 87th Place and Wadsworth Avenue in the 89 Family Swan neighborhood. Sutton was also killed in that neighborhood.  Mosley was shot and killed in September 15, 1991 on 97th Street and McKinley Avenue, a 97 East Coast Crips neighborhood.

Johnson, acting as his own lawyer,  was previously tried on the Mosley killing in 1998.. The result was a hung jury, well in his favor. 

If the court grants the vindictive prosecution appeal, Johnson and Allen would still face a trial on the original double murder case.  However, that case was not a ":slam 'dunk" and relied much on the testimony of one Freddie "FM" Jelks, himself a gang member facing prison who was killed many years ago in an unrelated incident on the west side.. 

Earlier in court, Johnson' lawyers sought to have Jelks' recorded testimony kept from being played back in court. Johnson's lead attorney Sanger, even threatened  - or joked  - he would go "Clint Eastwood" on an empty witness stand, a reference to the actor grilling an imaginary President Obama sitting on a chair at the 2012 Republican Convention 

Last year, Johnson told a visitor the extra charges were "bullshit." .    

"It's just more bullshit to keep me locked up, keep a trial going," said Johnson who is back in the regular high power section of the jail, after nearly a year in a special, segregated cell, (not for his own safety).  "They think when I get out, I'm going to go on some rampage. And the police tell people that. Man, I just want to be free. I'm someone who could help stop this violence."

Johnson claims to be a changed man. He told a visitor recently " I am not the same person I was when I went in here. I'm not Big Evil. I'm Cleamon Johnson."

"Have you ever heard of Dr. Bruce Banner?" the visitor asked him, referring to the Hulk's alter ego.

He broke into a gigantic laugh, "Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."

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The New Book "Sprung" Tells The Riveting Story of the Legendary South L.A. Gambler Kev Mac

"Is it wrong to gamble or only to lose?" - Sky Masterson in "Guys and Dolls"

If Damon Runyon, the brilliant story teller of Broadway's gamblers, was alive and stepping in our town,, five would get you ten he be hanging out with Kev Mac, the most over-the-top dice shooter ever to come from the streets of South Los Angeles' deadly and intoxicating street gang world.

But, since Runyon's writing skills have dramatically diminished since his death 69 years today,  it was up to Kev Mac to pen his own stories and the result is the just-published "Sprung; Memoirs of a Legendary Gambler", 36 fascinating tales of a dice-throwing life winning and losing millions in the casinos of Las Vegas and in the backyards of south-central.

Kev Mac, 47  paints an often-thrilling - shooting dice with $52,000 at stake and winning  - and often-agonizing - too broke to buy gasoline - portrait of his life as a gambler. He talks about how his addiction was like that of an alcoholic where he would get the shakes when he didn't gamble and the only cure  - the equivalent of trembling drunk taking a drink - was throwing the dice.

Kev Mac,  a full fledged member of one of the country's most notorious street gangs, the Rollin' 60s Crips, writes his first taste of the gambling life came at age 12, when an older guy from the neighborhood, Chipper, known for his skill with the old Intellivision baseball game, invited him to his house at 57th and Harcourt to play a game. Kev Mac won and  Chipper's friends fell out laughing at him. Infuriated, Chipper demanded to bet  Kev $20 he would win the rematch.  In Sprung's first chapter,  "A Gambler In The Making",  he describes his reaction.   "Twenty dollars?!" I asked in my Dennis the Menace voice. "You've got a deal".

You know what happened.  Kev Mac gambling career had started out with a win. As he writes "Not only did this event spark the great "Kev vs. Chipper" games, it also introduced me to the seedy world of serious gambling."

But, it was  nine years years later, at age, 21, when his father took him to the Stardust Hotel in Las Vegas when the love affair - or pure infatuation - with dice began. Though the trip was a financial loser, it changed Kev Mac's life.  On the ride back to Los Angeles he says his "competitive nature came to the forefront and my 'I can't be defeated' attitude was born." 

He had been defeated at the Stardust, but he was determined to get even.  "It's just like the streets," he explains. "When a guy beats you up, you gotta go back and get even. "

Kev Mac, proud Rollin' 60s Crip, often wearing their symbolic blue Seattle Mariners cap with an  emblazoned "S" ( for, in his case, 60s) would fearlessly - or blindly - cross  gang boundaries to attend crap games, even if they were in Bloods-dominated areas, most often in Rollin 20s Bloods hood.

Not only would he have to contend with rival gang members  the LAPD was a constant  threat. 

Whereas Sky Masterson, and his cronies Nathan Detroit, Nicely NIcely Johnson and  Harry the Horse had to deal with Lt.  Brannigan, Kev Mac and company faced a far more perilous threat, LAPD's hard chargin CRASH units.  In one story set on Brynhurst - the Rollin's 60s most notorious street -   he write of how the police would often disrupt the craps games.  "Police officer from the 77th Street Division were always turnt up,. speeding down the blocc, jumping out with their pistols aimed at us. How's a brother 'spose to roll a seven with a nine pointed at this head?"

The Six-Oh life is peppered throughout. This has to be the only book on gambling that has a chapter that begins with "While awaiting trial for a home invasion robbery in the gang module of the L.A. County jail, I turned to spades betting. "   Kev Mac did some years for that robbery which was at the home of former  NBA player Benoit Benjamin.

When he  got out, he amped up his bets. Many times Kev threw the dice with $52,000 on the table. Often he won. But, like the classic addict, he could rarely walk away form the table

"I won millions and I lost millions," he said as he looked out last week at the old Summit Field baseball diamond in Ladera Heights where he played left field as a kid.  "I was constantly fighting myself, not only after I lost a bet, but after I won one. I'd want more. And lose? I couldn't accept to lose. I'd be up tens of thousands and start to lose it and try and get it back and lost it all. Lotta times my life was a nightmare"

Through much of it, Kev had a full time job as a school bus driver, making $10 an hour. But, the cash he had on hand was no bus driver money. "I had cash stashed under the mattress, in pillowcases, even in the Encyclopedia Britannica." 

When the times were good, and when Kev was single, he had to have a female escort and Las Vegas was loaded with hookers. Kev Mac eloquently explains the difference between an expensive hooker and a moderately price one – their purse. "A thousand dollar pussy and a hundred dollar pussy is the same thing. One might have a Luis Vuitton purse and the other a Mary Kaye purse, but that's about it.  I've had a lot of good times with both." 

Lots of those good times were courtesy of his sports heroes and the money he won betting on them  He cites John Elway, Steve Young, Brett Favre and Warren Moon as his biggest money makers  But, on one notable occasion Moon let him down after building him up

He writes of a chapter where he took Shana, the mother of his son, to Vegas for a getaway and some sports betting. The football game he bet on – a famous 1993 playoff game between Moon's Houston Oilers and the Buffalo Bills started out wonderfully.  The Oilers were ahead 35-3 in the second half and Kev promised to buy her anything she wanted.  Shana pointed to a huge stuff lion with a $700 price tag. He nodded.

"Are you really gonna buy me a $700 stuffed animal?", Shana asked.

"I'll buy you whatever you want."

Then the gridiron horror began for Kev. The Bills mounted probably the greatest comeback in NFL playoff history winning in overtime 41-38. Suffice to say, the rest of the trip didn't go so well.

That game was 22 years ago. Kev quit throwing dice in 2012, but he still bets on sports. He shows off  the winning ticket of a Nov. 19 when he won $9,000 on football games

Still, that money is long gone.

"It's almost like I'm not happy til i'm broke. I have that trait of most gamblers. I'm greedy. I'm enjoying the lifestyle, but then I'm not enjoying the life style.  it's really fun and sad at the same time." 

To buy "Sprung" check this link. The book is only $11 and it might just save you thousands at the crap table. 

http://www.amazon.com/Sprung-Memoirs-Legendary-Kev-Mac/dp/0692540172/ref=sr_1_1?s=dmusic&ie=UTF8&qid=1449602972&sr=8-1&keywords=sprung++kev+mac

La Magnifica Saga di Farina di Franco Pepe

Wednesday afternoon in the kitchen of Chi Spacca in Los Angeles, Franco Pepe, Italy's greatest pizzaiola, asked the staff where was his flour. Chef Ryan DeNicola, chef Joe Tagorda, and general manager Kim "G" Trac, all looked at each other and said "What flour?"

The saga of Franco Pepe's flour - aka farina  - was on. 

(For some background, Franco Pepe who we met at his Pepe in Grani pizzeria in Caiazzo, Campagna, was in California to do four pizza cooking demonstrations, two at A16 in San Francisco, two at Mozza,  This guy is a fanatic, I mean an absolute nut, about his flour. It's his life. Thirteen hours before he cooks pizzas,  he needs to work the flour into dough. The Mozza event, an instant  sellout, was set for 1 p.m. Thursday in Chi Spacca. )

Ok, back to our saga .  

About twenty minutes later, Nancy Silverton texted me.  "Where are you', followed quickly by a "Call me Urgent"  Now, in my interpretation of "Urgent" it's a shooting, an accident. an overdose, a death or at least something bad is about to happen.  But, having been with Nancy Silverton for so long, her meaning of urgent and mine vary quite a bit.  ( Here's my point. less than two minutes ago, she called the house,, this time she said "I've got a bigger problem than yesterday's". - dramatic pause - "I left my lipstick at home.")

So I call her.  "We have a problem," Nancy says. "We might not be able to do the event. Franco Pepe is nauseous."

"Like sick?" What do you mean? Like nervous?"

"I need you to go to Rite Aid and get medication."

"What kind? What do I know about nauseous medication?" ( Of my many faults, nausea is not one of them.).

"Ask the pharmacist." She hangs up. 

I go to Rite Aid, ask the pharmacist and get some Emetrol.

At Mozza I park in the alley and see Franco and his confidant Luigi. Franco is rubbing his stomach. I hand him the medication . He says. "They have lost my farina. I can't go on with this. We must go back to the Caiazzo. Back to Italy. Everything starts with the knowlege of flour."

Luigi, who speak fluent English. explains.somewhat. but is just as grave. "This is bad, We came to America for this." 

I go up in the office. and the tension there is a like a command center for a Delta Force raid on ISIS in Ramadi. The voices are low in decibels, but high in urgency. The man who was supposed to pick up the specially delivered Italian flours at A16 had not picked it up. The flours,  the farina. the only flour Franco Pepe would knead, two 25-kilogram bags, was 400 miles away and it was 5 p.m.,  The mission was clear, get 110.22 pounds of flour to Mozza by midnight.

Kate Green, Liz  "Go Go"  Hong, Nicole White,  Sarah Clarke, and others i'm sure, go into action. with Nancy orchestrating. They find a delivery company that "might" be able to . but at $2,000 up front,  "might"  don't cut it. Go Go finds a company on line that will do it for $500. That turns out to be misleading. We think of who we know in the San Francisco Bay Area. Nicole says "Call you girlfriend Dominique." I do, in the long shot hope she is about to fly down, but she's at Atelier Crenn. We try storied former Pizzeria Manager Arielle Chernin, but she's out partying somewhere.  

Meanwhile, in the Chi Spacca dining room, Franco's stomach has worsened.  Everyone confers. "Go to you hotel and relax," I say. Nancy had arranged for him to stay at the W in Hollywood, while his two assistants and trip arranger Jonathan Goldsmith would stay at her house. But, Franco doesn't want to be apart from his team. . 

He says something to Luigi. "We all need to be together now."

Kim get them an Uber and l meet them to the house.  They sit nervously, refusing my offer of vino rosso. aqua frizzante, and Fritos (Original).  They fidget. They tap their feet like their Philly Joe Jones backboning Coltrane. 

Then, I turned on CNN. The Italians become riveted by the coverage of the latest ISIS shootouts in St. Denis. Paris. Of that woman who reportedly blows herself up. Of threats to Herald Square. Of lost loved ones.  They seem to forget their flour problems in the real problems of the world. 

I text Nancy and Kate Green a photo of them "Nothing like watching Isis to relax people."  More texts, more calls. meanwhile, at A16, owner Shelley Lindgren is on it. She calling friends and employees. She knows the urgency having just seen Franco work his dough at her restaurant. 

She calls a then-un-famous woman who will rise to the occasion. Shelley calls Emily Flannagan, who once worked at Pizzeria Mozza and is now at A16.. 

Emily, who like Brando, is now known by only using one name,  was at home and about to start drinking wine.

"I was just about to have some wine and read a book about wine," said Emily, who clearly seems to have a fixation with wine.. "When Shelley asked me to help her and Franco and Nancy out,  I thought, "Go to Mozza and see Nancy and Franco?  Fuck, yeah."

Back here, we get the word a courier has been recruited. I tell Franco, he stands up and high fives me. 

Still, it was nearing 8 p.m.

At the house, worn out by the ordeal, Franco and his two assistants. go upstairs and pass out. 

At 10 p.m. i gather them up and we go to Osteria Mozza. We eat, but keep checking. "Where's my baby?" Franco asks often, referring to the flour. ."On the way". Who knows though. Maybe with the current state of security getting 110 pound of flour on an airplane will be a problem.   I mean, I  wouldn't let someone on a plane with a 110 pounds of flour.  

Finally Kate Green texts. "The fuckin' flour is on the plane. I need a drink." 

An hour later, Sarah informs us "The Flour has landed", Who is with it, i think. Neal Armstrong?

But, sure enough, just 'bout midnight. Emily Flannagan walks into Osteria Mozza. Franco Pepe gives her the hug of the week.