Today is the 4th of July, the biggest patriotic holiday in my country.
I am grateful (as most of us are) for the sacrifices so many people have made to make the United States a wonderful place to live.
But as many of you know, Klecko isn't a political guy, instead I think it would be safe to say that he has been more influenced by Hollywood, Music and Religion.
With that said, who better to pay tribute to on this wondful day than American Icon......
JOHNNY CASH!
Even though the Man in Black is no longer with us, I am willing to bet that he might enjoy the following...
Inmate Bakers Hall of Fame - Class of 2012
What many people don't realize is that for decades, Americans were nourished by a countries bake staff that was usually trained in one of two systems....
The United States Military, or Prision System Bakeries.
Even when I got into the show in the late 70's, the goverment had only shut down it's baking program within a couple of years, otherwise you can bet Klecko would have taken his training with a rifle strapped to his back.
Anyways, when you place patriots and prisoners into a Yahtzee cup and shake them onto the table, it's pretty difficult to tell which is which.
Most bakers have both strains in their make up.......
So Johnny as I digress, let me say on behalf of the American Bakers Hall of Fame, I am proud to extend the honor of H.O.F. Baker to the ghost of Alvin "Creepy" Karpis.
(The Following was taken from a San Francisco Blog Site..........
Alvin "Creepy" Karpis
Born Alvin Karpawicz on August 10, 1907, Alvin "Creepy" Karpis spent more time on Alcatraz than any other inmate – over 26 years. His flamboyant robbery style incurred the wrath of FBI Director, J. Edgar Hoover, who despised Karpis so much that he arrested him himself. He was the fourth and last man to become Public Enemy Number One in 1934.
Karpis's life of crime seemed to begin after a doctor told him to take an extended vacation because he had a leakage of the heart. Alvin then went to live with his sister, Mrs. Bert Grooms, in Topeka, Kansas and it was there that he began an active criminal career, which eventually lead him to Ma Barker in Thayer, Missouri.
A burglary got him a ten-year sentence at the State Industrial Reformatory at Hutchinson, Kansas in 1924. Karpis escaped, sought refuge at his parents' home in Chicago, and was protected by their silence until he moved on to Kansas City, Missouri, where he stole a car and was sent back to the Reformatory as punishment for escaping. In May 1930, he was transferred to Kansas State Penitentiary at Lansing, Kansas, where he made the acquaintance of Fred Barker. When Karpis was released in 1931, he and Barker met up in Tulsa, Oklahoma and began a long career of bank robbery, theft, and murder. Over time, he became part of the infamous Ma Barker gang, killing law enforcement officials as well as law-abiding citizens who got in his way.
Even after the Barkers were apprehended in 1935, Karpis eluded capture for another 15 months, eventually taken into custody in New Orleans in May 1936. He was 28 years old. Three months later, Karpis found himself the newest resident of Alcatraz island. He arrived just after the prison opened and left just before closed in 1962.
His time on The Rock was spent mostly in the prison bakery – when he wasn't fighting with other inmates, participating in strikes, or creating disturbances. By all accounts, he was an excellent baker (he'd worked in bakeries a bit before he opted for crime as a career). He was transferred to McNeil Island in April 1962, where he spent another seven years. While at McNeil, he taught a young inmate named Charlie Manson how to play guitar.
In 1969, the federal prison system released him and deported him to his native Canada, where he spent the next ten years writing a book about his experience on Alcatraz. Karpis committed suicide shortly after he moved to Spain in 1979 so he never saw the publication of his book in 1980.
END
So Happy Birthday America, and Johnny, just because your gone doesn't mean you are forgotten. I have talked to the Saints of Warsaw, so when you get this message....I'm expecting you to pass it along to Creepy, and maybe you can buy his a beer.
I am grateful (as most of us are) for the sacrifices so many people have made to make the United States a wonderful place to live.
But as many of you know, Klecko isn't a political guy, instead I think it would be safe to say that he has been more influenced by Hollywood, Music and Religion.
With that said, who better to pay tribute to on this wondful day than American Icon......
JOHNNY CASH!
Even though the Man in Black is no longer with us, I am willing to bet that he might enjoy the following...
Inmate Bakers Hall of Fame - Class of 2012
What many people don't realize is that for decades, Americans were nourished by a countries bake staff that was usually trained in one of two systems....
The United States Military, or Prision System Bakeries.
Even when I got into the show in the late 70's, the goverment had only shut down it's baking program within a couple of years, otherwise you can bet Klecko would have taken his training with a rifle strapped to his back.
Anyways, when you place patriots and prisoners into a Yahtzee cup and shake them onto the table, it's pretty difficult to tell which is which.
Most bakers have both strains in their make up.......
So Johnny as I digress, let me say on behalf of the American Bakers Hall of Fame, I am proud to extend the honor of H.O.F. Baker to the ghost of Alvin "Creepy" Karpis.
(The Following was taken from a San Francisco Blog Site..........
Alvin "Creepy" Karpis
Born Alvin Karpawicz on August 10, 1907, Alvin "Creepy" Karpis spent more time on Alcatraz than any other inmate – over 26 years. His flamboyant robbery style incurred the wrath of FBI Director, J. Edgar Hoover, who despised Karpis so much that he arrested him himself. He was the fourth and last man to become Public Enemy Number One in 1934.
Karpis's life of crime seemed to begin after a doctor told him to take an extended vacation because he had a leakage of the heart. Alvin then went to live with his sister, Mrs. Bert Grooms, in Topeka, Kansas and it was there that he began an active criminal career, which eventually lead him to Ma Barker in Thayer, Missouri.
A burglary got him a ten-year sentence at the State Industrial Reformatory at Hutchinson, Kansas in 1924. Karpis escaped, sought refuge at his parents' home in Chicago, and was protected by their silence until he moved on to Kansas City, Missouri, where he stole a car and was sent back to the Reformatory as punishment for escaping. In May 1930, he was transferred to Kansas State Penitentiary at Lansing, Kansas, where he made the acquaintance of Fred Barker. When Karpis was released in 1931, he and Barker met up in Tulsa, Oklahoma and began a long career of bank robbery, theft, and murder. Over time, he became part of the infamous Ma Barker gang, killing law enforcement officials as well as law-abiding citizens who got in his way.
Even after the Barkers were apprehended in 1935, Karpis eluded capture for another 15 months, eventually taken into custody in New Orleans in May 1936. He was 28 years old. Three months later, Karpis found himself the newest resident of Alcatraz island. He arrived just after the prison opened and left just before closed in 1962.
His time on The Rock was spent mostly in the prison bakery – when he wasn't fighting with other inmates, participating in strikes, or creating disturbances. By all accounts, he was an excellent baker (he'd worked in bakeries a bit before he opted for crime as a career). He was transferred to McNeil Island in April 1962, where he spent another seven years. While at McNeil, he taught a young inmate named Charlie Manson how to play guitar.
In 1969, the federal prison system released him and deported him to his native Canada, where he spent the next ten years writing a book about his experience on Alcatraz. Karpis committed suicide shortly after he moved to Spain in 1979 so he never saw the publication of his book in 1980.
END
So Happy Birthday America, and Johnny, just because your gone doesn't mean you are forgotten. I have talked to the Saints of Warsaw, so when you get this message....I'm expecting you to pass it along to Creepy, and maybe you can buy his a beer.
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