Oh OK; usually that’s spoken of as p.m. drive
Fri column ping. Michele on today, Howie back Mon.
Whitey Bulger’s Plymouth Correctional blues
By Howie Carr | Friday, July 8, 2011 | http://www.bostonherald.com
Can it really be true: Is Whitey Bulger now telling everyone at his new home at the Graybar Hotel that he deliberately let the feds snag him?
Information-wise, the Plymouth County Correctional Facility is locked down big-time since the arrival of the Halitosis Kid. Neither the U.S. Marshals nor the county screws would tell you if your coat was on fire. So the only glimpses into Whitey’s new life come from the stories leaking out of the lockup.
“Whitey seems to be full of himself,” said one source. In other words, same old Whitey, only really old now.
Like most new prisoners at PCCF, Whitey spent two or three days in the medical unit, then was placed in a cell.
From a source:
“He is now under constant watch. He won’t shut up and is always talking to the people watching him. They get (bleeped) and think he’s annoying, so they hold a book or magazine in front of their face and pretend to read and not hear him.”
Oh, the indignity! Once his bloated gunsels strained to catch his every obscenity, to learn the name of the latest bleepster on the Lower End Hit Parade. Now Whitey aimlessly mutters like the evil old fart he is, and the guards roll their eyes and dismiss him as “annoying.”
It’s easy to understand why Whitey can’t stop yapping. For 16 years, he had an audience of one — Catherine Greig. He might have been able to dodder down to that Boston sports bar in Santa Monica, but he couldn’t mesmerize the local losers and no-account boozers with any of his really good stories — like how he suckered Paulie McGonagle into the back of the death car by telling him he had some queer $20 bills to sell Paulie, only — get this! — they weren’t counterfeits, they were real twenties, which was why they fooled Paulie. Not that Paulie ever figured out the play before he got his head blown off. . .
Then there’s the (unconfirmed) report that Whitey now claims he let himself be caught by the G-men.
“Really?” said one of his former associates yesterday. “You’d think if he was planning to get pinched, he’d have stashed that $800,000 in cash somewhere first. Not to mention the guns — California’s got him cold for all those guns, they’re good for at least 10 years, and for Whitey, that’s life.”
Wonder how Whitey’s adjusting to the haute cuisine at Chez McDonald. This was a guy who used to lecture his plug-uglies about junk food, not to mention “germs.” Now he was offered this menu on the Fourth of July:
Two hot dogs (with buns), macaroni salad and corn chips. And the No. 1 dessert at the PCCF is apparently mini chocolate chip cookies. Think day-care center.
What a way to do life, one day at a time. Bet tonight they’ve got “fish” and beans on the menu again. Bon appetit, Whitey!
Article URL: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1350364