I have to admit, Lebanon Levi is a great name for a mob boss.
It is a flexible name. He could either be dividing up the turf with Dapper Don Gotti and Vinnie the Chin, or he could be hanging out with Punxsatawney Phil and Buckeye Chuck fixing the length of this year’s winter.
A few of them enjoyed alcohol but were quite discrete about it. We had a county bar and the Amish would have a few beers, but hidden in the kitchen where they couldn't be seen. They actually had a trail off the main dirt road behind the bar in the woods where they left their buggies while at the table in the bar's kitchen. I did have one Amish neighbor who from time to time would kill a bottle of wild turkey with me, his horse would take him home, no joke. I just wish all my White neighbors around me now were as respectable as the Amish. Never heard of a Dutchmen on disability.