Lets Hit the Prime Minister by September, If I Can!

The month of August was a busy one. I had to get a few new AR-7's for the job. I always used an AR because it was the lightest and fastest break down weapon in the world. I always laughed when Paul Di Cocco, who did not really understand guns, would say "you use a $60.00 gun and spend a thousand on a scope!" I would laugh because he didn't know the half of it. My father, Bill Craft (the Honorable William A. Craft Esq., Dean Of The N.Y.S. Supreme Court Reporters, and former partner in Solomon, Kirwin, and Craft,) was a former national pistol champion from the 30's. He used Hi-Standards and they are still the best. I always joke using my fathers governmental title, because he was a crook just like me, but took it very seriously. The point I am making is to buy good weapons and very very good add on's! The reason I used the AR-7 is because it was a one of a kind in the world. It just sold for $60.00 plus. It was still the best potential long range 22 caliber weapon in the world with longer barrels added on. My people in Europe manufactured, for cash, my extra long barrels in lengths of between 36 inches and 42 inches. I know this sounds strange to the non shooter, but a 22 Caliber is a fast bullet, but only about 1000 ft per second, and by using longer barrels that were super rifled, they attained a much faster rate! I was on the target at about 2500 feet.The 22 caliber has a one mile distance on the box but that would not be line of sight. That would be for adjustment to arc a shot, which is impossible. By using an extra long barrel, which is custom fitted to the AR, I could get a clear line of sight shot at about 800 yards, maybe 900, but no more. I would also be taking the shot on my own terms, not a time limit. If it took two months, fine, but on my own terms and my own plain! The barrels came in to my drop in Vermont. They were take down barrels and were nice. They screwed together like pool cues! I am not a gunsmith, just a shooter, but I know good work and these were fine. I, of course, tested both guns (I take two or three) and made sure every barrel fit the weapons. They did! Now I was having a few drinks with Alice one day, in Plattsburgh, and decided to end the affair. She was hot in bed, but I did not wish her to even suspect my business. She was a school teacher and a mother of 4. She might be too legit for me so we had a great fling that night and I pretended to go home. I never saw her again, although I did call her when I was getting married to tell her that she was a great person and I wished her a long life! I proceeded to Montreal for a drive around town. I wanted to make sure that I was not seen by any Bonano's. It was their city but I was a National Syndicate full member now, and did not answer to anyone. I also wished to keep anything quiet because one or more of these local boys might sell me out to the RCMP. The RCMP was stupid but I was not taking any chances. Even dumb gets lucky if someone draws them a map! As The Movie golf pro said, "Even a Blind Squirrel can find a nut some days'! In my world, I had been using the Vermont side of Lake Champlain for my Heroin business. No Body knew me and I never socialized with anyone! I only used one guy and he was my friend from Albany, and was a loner! He is now dead and he never gave me up and was happy with the few thousand I gave him for a full days work in theft! We only went there to secure a load and left the state for my old stomping grounds of Glens Falls, which I loved! We had been operating from Memorial Day to Labor Day for a few years. After all, my partner had explained the French connection to me that his old partner Carmine Galante had founded. It was my right but I stayed out of the Montreal area. I was never caught in the drug business, and I never gave anyone up. My Vermont drop will be explained in upcoming blog posts! Meyer had given me Vermont and New Hampshire, but I used it for an importation outlet only. I never told Meyer that Mr. Brown had supported my Vermont operation! The population base was too small, thus those Angelo Saxon's would have turned us over to the Feds or the Vermont Authorities, if they knew us! So we just came and went! We imported to Canada and used my approved routes where I had a national territorial claim, for my hot jewelry. Now I was looking around Montreal for Pierre Trudeau's favorite stops and haunts. I had set up jump cars on land owned by a company we knew, in case I had to run fast and switch cars. All the cars were registered and insured, to businesses! I read up on Trudeau and spoke to a few locals as if I were just another touring American. I spoke poor French but the locals were helpful because I tried to speak French. Always try in a foreign land, to speak. The average citizen loves you to try. I, by going to all the newspapers, and social columns, found 6 (six) places Trudeau liked the best, in his home town of Montreal. I read the Ottawa papers also, to check on his social calendar. The Canadians like social functions in Politics just like other nations. It is their time to meet their public. Trudeau had one enemy, and I was going to use it! The Quebec Quoi! This was the Quebec Communist Party and they were actually in control, of the Provence! They could always be around to blame, by the press. Trudeau was going to be an easy target. His body guard detail was smaller than normal President/Prime Minister of a large nation, and not as well organized. I could get Trudeau, but I was a little worried about the so close Castro Hit. I would deal with that later. I already had my escape routes planned and I also had a jump car in Lennoxville, Quebec, 35 miles above the Vermont border, just in case. I had a safe house set up naturally. One was my Aunt Betty's farm on Spring Road in Lennoxville. She had died in May, 1974, but my cousins kept it. I had been raised there for the summers of my youth. I also had my Aunt Bertha, on Lake Massiwippi. She was my aunt by marriage but I loved her, and she kept a bed for any relative who stopped by. My father had rented the big 4 bedroom log home next to Bertha's in 1955 thru 59. I also grew up on this lake. I was safe. I made sure to not discuss my movements with anyone at all. In a capital crime situation, it is better to have no associates. I had picked up some standard Imperial 22 caliber ammunition at the local hardware store. I actually spent a day with Bertha and a couple of day's at the farm that August 1974. It maybe my last time in Canada or alive for that matter. I had a few nice family dinners and said good by. I would miss the Lake. I had even brought in a few Drug loads by sea plane on Lake Massawippi in the past. More would remain to be seen! It is funny, when the Toronto Star came to Amsterdam, N.Y. to interview me in December 2008, for a front page on January 2008, they were under the miss guided assumption that Canada had its own Mob in 1974. I laughed and said, No! When three American bosses say jump, the entire nation asks, "How Far." The Toronto Star played down this story due to interference by both The RCMP and their handlers The FBI. After all, Pierre Trudeau was the JFK of Canada. I will get into that in my book. This story was on the front page for 2 days, (Jan,3rd. 2008) and because of RCMP (FBI) interference, I did no Television and only 2 radio shows. The FBI also cut a deal with the American Media Group to keep me out of the Enquirer, and the National Examiner through their assistant editor Laurie Cambell. She had everything to make this a fine story but chose to be an FBI cooperating news media, who had some tax problems. The Bureau does not want these stories out because I caught them in crimes in the Northern Judicial District and the fact that I knew that Hoover was Meyer's paid dog! J.Edgar Hoover, took fixed races from Meyer Lansky, at Pimlico, his favorite track, and trust me, Hoover never lost one of Meyer's races! I was a bag man, and a trusted bag man for my 5 year associated time before membership. I ran errands all over the nation! I left the Sherbrook, Quebec area for Montreal in the end of August. I had spent many hours relaxing around old summer homes, and even had a fling with a girl down in North Hatley. I was ready! All I needed was the Ottawa Papers reporting on Trudeau's Political movements, and the Montreal {Papers reporting on up coming Political speech engagements. I was set in the month of September. Meyer did not pay me enough to neglect my drug business. I shot over to the Vermont border, (no telling you yet, about my locations) and chaperoned a 40 kilo delivery. I only middle the stuff, I did not deal. I checked the quality, and the weight for the bosses but I did extract my one kilo out of 40. when I slit the kilo wrap, I used a special two spoon prong I had made. I shoved it in to the middle of the 2.2 lbs. and removed an ounce or so. Then I replaced it with a fine baby ex-lax powder to keep the weight. The customers were use to my tape and funny check mark, so it was always fine. The heroin was Pharmacy grade anyway, (92% to 96% pure) so as to never miss a double spoon full that was replaced with powder. The loads were still hospital pharmacy grade, as we said in the trade! I got my ,almost a free kilo of pure, then I stepped on it 4 times to make 4 light, street kilo's for myself. I always had my personal customer's who bought the stuff at a bargain price for a light kilo, for that time. It was pure profit for me and he could step on it one more time, maybe one and a half more and street sell. That was not my business. I kept all the crap out of Albany County for my duration involved, until I signed contracts with the IRS/CID in November 1987. That is another News Blog also!----- The hit was to go down soon, but I did not know exactly when. My guns were in Canada, at the lake. I was doing a lot of traveling back and forth to Saratoga in August because of the Race Track, and I still went home, 2 nights a week, to be with a family situation. It made me relaxed. I finally told my mother, Elizabeth Mc Eachin Craft from Waterville Quebec, Canada that I might not be home for 10 to 20 days. She asked why and I said I was going to Vegas and I would call her nightly. She smiled and said, "Always call your mother" and I laughed. I was her only child and I always called her at least once every day and one half. She knew that and would smile. This hit Plot on Pierre Trudeau, was never told because my sainted mother did not want it told in her lifetime. It was not, and I kept her with me, at home, until her death in April 2007 at 96 years old. I did not let her go to a nursing home. She was a great mother and I only wish I could still have her with me. My son and I miss her. My son, is my only blood offspring, and I love him also. He has two children, my Grand Children! So Now Lets Get To The Hit, or to speak, the No Hit, Hit! The commission, in the mid-west, caught wind of Meyers Plan through someone I will never know! I dealt with so few, because the boys did not want me compromised by big mouths! The go-between finally found me in Plattsburgh, New York, in the Holiday Inn! He told me that the Commission wanted me to go home. NOW! I knew this man to be very serious and I had met him a few times in the mid-west. He had been in our world at least 30 years, and had a senior place in the Syndicate, (N C S) He said, to keep Meyers money, also! There would be more coming. The Big Man was pissed off and would settle things with Meyer for me. Meyer was still in Israel and either Paul or another Florida go between dealt with me! Because he knew the entire plan, I got out of town immediately. I just went home. I would return for my new guns next month. The cold weather was coming to Canada in October and I would not be coming back except to clean up! I knew to keep out of everybody's way, in Montreal, permanently! I was new and really did not know the extent to which the Commission would let the old man go. I found out that very soon. I got a call at my mothers home, to go to the airport and pick up tickets for Chicago. I did just that! When I got to Chicago by American Airlines, I was met by a man I had met only once! He drove me to a warehouse where I entered. I had no fear, since I had not done any rule breaking! I went into the new mobile home that was set up inside as an office. Mr. Brown was sitting inside with an older man. (Note for the reader,-I will always use the AKA, Tony Brown, for the boss, he liked the handle and since he has passed away, I shall continue to show respect for him, as if he were still alive) Tony motioned me to sit down. I just kept quiet. When you don't know what a boss is thinking, keep your mouth shut! "Michael, I understand that you were going to kill everyone in Canada." "I also understand that Meyer ordered you to hit Trudeau and Castro." "Do you understand that I know everything, even though you were 1500 miles away." I said "Yes Tony", and stayed silent. Tony said he was not mad at me because he was proud of my fearlessness. He was, on the other hand, furious at Meyer for being reckless. "Michael, you do know that even if you got Trudeau, you couldn't have tagged Castro." "Castro travels with 300 body guards and the entire Canadian Air Force and their S A S would have been out in force for a State Funeral" The RCMP would also have full strength with all the large city police departments sending another 2000 cops! "I respect your duty and your eagerness to avenge us for Cuba, but you would have been killed or worse, captured." "I want you to go home and have fun playing around that hick upstate New York you love and you got Vermont and New Hampshire Officially now!" "I want you to keep me on the up on Meyer, from now on, we have killed enough Presidents in this century and I want no more mistakes." " Meyer will be told that you just got another stripe from us." "This will piss him off but without me, he would already have been killed." "Lansky made me and our entire organization a lot of money over the years, and he ran to Israel rather than get immunity and have to either talk, or spend the rest of his life in jail without a trial." He will be told that you did what he told you but now you must be asked and consulted with on big Heavy deals." " I also want you to keep an eye on Paul for me. He is bringing in Sandy R. for some big deal in Schenectady, and I don't like them using nobodies to front." I told Tony that I did not know Sandy but heard of him. I said it was better that I never meet him since I did not like to rat on Paul. "Michael," said Tony, "You are not ratting on Paul, you are saving his life." My Teamsters are important to us and your local should be important to you. You give Di Cocco and Robolotto a fair share of your hi-jacking, don't you?" I said "Yes. 15 % each, on large loads." " I think Paul has his bet before I even get the stuff unloaded. "Robolotto and I are not close, we just say hello and I give Paul his end." Tony just laughed. " Michael, just keep an eye on this downtown Schenectady redevelopment for me, I think the use of big full bids is coming by Government and I would like to get you and Paul involved in Pennsylvania Cities." I thanked Tony for his protection and friendship. He just smiled and told me to go right back to the airport and get right back on the next flight. I was never to hang around Chicago, at all! He had met me through Ralph Capone and Ralph Carpenter, and would use me alone for his wishes. He also had known my Dad in my Dad's Championship pistol shooting days in the early 30's!  He would never allow me to hang around any joints or wise guys from the Mid-West. I was his "good boy" and I would always stay under the Lansky Flag ,even when there was really none left, after Meyer died! I flew right back to Albany and had only a few weeks to myself when I was shocked at the next mountain to fall on me! On to the next Political Hit, and boy was this one over the top! Sincerely, "ME" big mike craft

The Way To Canada, And the Hits On Trudeau And Castro!

In the summer of 1974, a bag was passed to me from a friend of ours. He was a member of an aligned group in the mid-west. It contained one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The first tied bunch contained $95,000.00, and the other, just shy of $55000.00. I asked what this was for and was told the story. Paul Di Cocco had mentioned how upset Meyer had always been, since the Cuba expulsion. He had been with Meyer since 1950 in Saratoga Springs, N.Y. Paul had been acting under boss for Carmine Galante in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, after the Bononno War in the middle 50's. Paul was Meyer's Valet in Saratoga County Jail, for Meyer's famous 90 day jail sentence, for operating 11 casinos, illegal baseball betting and the punch boards. The joke sentence was arranged by my fathers partner Art Kirwin and Dan O'Connell. My father was new to the firm of Solomon, Kirwin, and Craft but had worked for Meyer fixing the outcome of Labor Dept. Hearings in the Catskills. Paul's reward for his jail work was the expulsion of Dan O'Connell from Schenectady and all north. Paul was also given Teamsters Local 294 and his friend Nick Robolotto placed as President. Those two made 50 plus million off that union and never hurt it. They used it as a bank for construction projects and repaid the money at low interest rates. I was always impressed that they did not rob that pension fund. So Here I was with this stupid paper bag of money, waiting for the story (street vernacular for crime explanation). The story was that Paul was right! Meyer had flipped! He wanted me to go to Canada and shoot the Prime Minister, Pierre Elliot Trudeau. I actually laughed and said "When do I board the the Moon rocket." He laughed, but said that Meyer had found out how good I was with a gun. He told me Meyer was mad at my father for not telling him that he was a national pistol champion in the depression days, and that he had taught me since the age of 5 years old. I told my associate that Paul had known this, and since he was senior, I took it for granted. I was not as good with a 22 Caliber automatic as my father but I was a sharpshooter with a rifle, in many calibers. Meyer now new this, plus the fact that I had lived in Canada until the age of 13 1/2, every spring & summer and was used to crossing the borders, plus use to the people. I said "aah," and smiled. I did ask if I had any appeal. I was told "NO." So I, at the age of 26, was about to go to another country to kill it's President, although they called him Prime Minister. I did not like the way Trudeau had handled the civil war in 1970. And I did not like the way he was Fidel Castro's best friend. It appears that Trudeau was not the only target. Fidel Castro was to be hit at the State Funeral for Trudeau. Now, that one I would come to be worried about, especially since it would be so close to me popping Trudeau. I knew that I could get Trudeau as long as I kept my golden rule, "let the target come to you." I would hit him with no problem, in his home town, Montreal, not the capital Ottawa! I proceeded to say just once, if you see Meyer, tell him he owes me more money. This price is not even good enough for Trudeau. I know I am a new member but, I should not be disrespected like this. I will do the pop, but under financial protest. Don't say anything, just deliver the message when this thing is over. I took my lousy $150,000.00, and walked away. I drove home and tightly wrapped the large bills, the 50's and hundreds. I asked my mother if she would put this envelope, in her safe Deposit Box, at her bank. She looked at me and said, "do you have problems coming up?" I just said "No." I told her I had to go to Canada for a business deal and if I got killed in a car accident, she should keep the money. She laughed and said "sure." I drove her to the bank and she boxed $120,000.00 in a legal envelope. I kept the loose $30,000.00 for expenses. I would demand at least another $50,000.00 later. I prepared to do my shopping list. I had to close (real estate close) on my bar "The Road House" in Rotterdam, N.Y. I had sold it to a black corporation, run by some very fine gentleman, some of whom I went to school with. They were paying me cash, but I had to grease the local ABC board head to clear the license. It cleared, because all the men were not felons. It was on the 4th of August that the Bar closed at State Bank of Albany. I got paid in full, and gave all my creditors their money the next day. I paid off the note at Schenectady Trust Company and received a new credit line from my friend Jack Miller, the VP. I now prepared to leave for Canada, and prepared to kill the Prime Minister. I was going to use Plattsburgh as my staging area. I had dated a nice school teacher/barmaid named Alice. She was very hot but had 4 kids. I still liked her, and would stay on the US side of the border at night. The way I worked, I only did the day! Alice was at the Plattsburgh Holiday Inn, and I would occasionally stay there. It would be a short affair, but a good one! She was a great girl. I now needed to get my guns and new barrels together. I must be perfect on this one. every one in the world would be watching from a later point, and I sure did not want to be caught! Next, The set up in Canada! Sincerely, big mike craft, PS, I went to Canada,and set up!

The Beginning Of The Assassination Process,My Early Life With My Father

It was the summer of 1973 and I had just gotten my stripes in the Lansky Group. Everyone thought Meyer was all done but Meyer knew he wasn't! He was in Israel and safe for now! All of a sudden, I went from running money from one place to the other, including my own drug money, to settling down in my bar business and my hi-jacking business. Most of the fools in America went by the fact that Meyer Lansky had lost all his money in Cuba. That was true of Cuba, and the Castro Government's treatment of Meyer, BUT, Meyer still had his percentages in Las Vegas, the Southern (south central) areas and a few islands. He also got a small package every 6 months from England, I was told by Paul! All the so called writers in America, from then until now, always say "Meyer Lansky was broke!" He was never broke, but he did loose his entire life savings, from crime, in Havana, Cuba in 1960. Meyer also lost all the buildings, the cash in and the future cash out. As the last Lansky, I would like Raul Castro to pay me the money his brother stole! That is another story. Now that I had my stripes both in The USA and the Canada, through my father's friend Tony Brown, I could go where ever I chose and do almost as I pleased. My father had worked for Meyer since 1948, when he met Mr. Lansky in Saratoga Springs N.Y., during Flat Track August. My father had met Meyer at the track. Doc Farone was friendly with my dad and he introduced them. Meyer asked Bill, my father, what he did and my father told him he was a stenographer for the N.Y.S. Workman's Compensation Board. Meyer told my father they would speak later (so I was told by my father, since I was 1 year old). Later that day ,at Docs request, Meyer and my father had a sandwich together. Meyer asked Bill if he would do a few favors for some of Meyer's friends in the Catskills. My dad said "Yes". Apparently that Yes led to My father being appointed to the Supreme Court in 1952, in Ulster County by Meyer's friend, and County Boss ,Van Haver. Van, was the Republican Boss of Ulster County and also got pieces of Gambling in the region, because of Meyer. My dad was a fixer and made his bones with legal fixes, on the old Combination's behest! Since Dan O'Connell hated my father up in Albany, but needed a Democrat appointed in Kingston, N.Y., Van Haver, and Dan O'Connell traded appointments. That was the way it was. It started a nicer life for me and my mother. My father kept a home in Canada for my mothers summers, he gave my mothers sister money for their farm, and he joined a country club. It was not the best Country Club, because the lawyers and their friends did not want to get to chummy with Dad, but it was a great golf course, with a pool. I had a good 10 years there, and in Canada from 1953 to 1963. I wanted to play sports in the 60's, so I no longer went to Canada for the summer. I went to Basketball camp in August and played on the Country Club golf team all summer long, and swam on the swim team! It was great. I had no idea that our better life including their two, two week golf vacations in Florida came from Meyer. Dad's job only paid $15,000.00 per year plus his cases sold. The other Thirty Grand came from Meyer and the boys. Dad fixed cases for money and that was the way it was up until 1975 in New York. In 1975 the Judicial Commission was in full control. Dad was A republican appointee and was worried on the loss of Malcom Wilson, his friend. Dad had turned down the senior stenographer at the N.Y.S. Senate to keep his light schedule in the Courts. He regretted it at retirement. He was a horse bettor and golf gambler, so he regretted not getting the higher paying state job in the senate. Dad did drink and told me he liked the 10 hours a week in actual court. When he wanted to squeeze a lawyer in a case, he knew he was the final say in testimony. I need not say more. This court case fixing, for the old guys in the rackets, lead to them picking me up when I was in College. I guess they wanted to keep my father close by hiring his only son! It apparently worked because My dad did get $100,000.00 in a paper bag when he retired. I know, I delivered it in the fall of 1979. That made him happy, but my mother did not know of it. He gave her, as always, the complete social security checks and the retirement check. He was on a budget now, and would have to watch his money. He actually invested in a bar with me. All this background is to make you understand that even people not carrying guns, running a loan shark business, operating bookmaking, hi-jacking, engaged in union racketeering, Drugs, etc., could be gangsters in their own right. In Saratoga Springs N.Y., there was a man I previously mentioned, Doc Farone. Doc was born in 1900 and worked for Arnold Rothstein, Joe Masseria, and the Whitney Combine, plus was Joe Kennedy's partner in some booze business in prohibition. Doc ran the Molsen and home grown beer and booze in the region and shared with Joe Kennedy, who had the scotch. The Kennedy's still get 5 cents per bottle for every bottle of Scotch sold in America each year. The point I am going to make is that Doc Farone was a gangster, a small 5'3" gangster who is still talked about even today, in the Italian American Saratoga Society. I am up there each summer myself, have owned restaurants there and know. I am not society because they classify me as a killer/real gangster, even though I have never been convicted of a crime, after 28 arrests. My father took care of that. This example goes to my father, the Honorable William A. Craft Esq. Dean of the N.Y.S.Supreme Court Stenographers, and evidence clerk through 1970, and a partner in Solomon, Kirwin, and Craft. Nice title for a white collar mobster. Dan O'Connell, the Honorable Democratic Albany County Chairman, was in reality a gangster who controlled all beer, all bars, all gambling, all prostitution and all political jobs in upstate N.Y. until 1977, when he died. He use to run gambling to Syracuse, down to the Pennsylvania border east of Binghamton, and over to Kingston. He refused to go to see Meyer in Saratoga County Jail during Meyer's 90 day stay, so Meyer took everything away from Dan ,except Albany County. How you ask? By ordering Albert Anastasia to tell him so. That was it or die. What I am trying to tell you is that things are not always as they seem. Meyer Lansky was not broke after Cuba, Chicago ran the nation, not New York, my father liked to think he was an officer of the court, but he and his firm were legal gangsters for short money. It was my father who fixed the "Johnny Dio Case in the early sixties!" Dan 'OConnell was not a politician, he was a gangster. All the cops in Albany were on Dan's payroll, because that is the way it was. History is History, so deal with it. As I start telling you of my first International Assassination Plot, I wanted you, my readers, to understand that I was a white collar kid, from a white collar home, with a professional Nurse as a mother, (nursing school) and a business school graduate father, who was a civil servant, but a sometimes corrupt one!" I was in the Junior College of Albany and on the basketball team when first approached. I worked part time at the Frat House Night Club, a club I would buy 9 years later. The following examples of assassination plots, with 3 paid for, will probably make you mad, but it was my job as a General National N C S member and Lansky Group Member. It was my job! I made good money off unions controlled by Meyers friends. I made good money in the International Drug Trade on the Canadian Border, and I owned too many bars. Two of the bars I had, I had to keep my real life quiet because they were both with bad partners. I drove small cars, but new once or twice a year. I dressed well but not too well and only wore one, 3 carat diamond ring. I lived small, but when anyone needed money, I reached in my pocket! The year was 1974 now, My life long friend and business partner Tony Scaringe was gone. He jumped ship to live with a girl who was our cocktail waitress. I got all the bills, and he got married. I hold him no ill will. It was a blessing in burlap as the farmers say. As soon as Tony was gone, I got word that I was getting my stripes (1973). I was happy. In the year 1974 Meyer Lansky, commanded a few people to take me aside, as he ordered them from Israel, ordered me to kill the Canadian Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau, in order to get Fidel Castro (Trudeau's best friend) out of Cuba, to a Canadian State Funeral (for Trudeau). I was just surprised, but prepared! I was the new made kid on the block, I wanted to please, even though this was a big hit, maybe too big. I knew that I could get Trudeau because the RCMP, their national Police Force was incompetent! It was Fidel Castro that I feared to make mistakes on. In the next blog, I shall detail the complete hit process, completely managed by me, and carried out to the last second by me! See you in a minute, Sincerely big mike craft