Glazer: The King of Sting Flashes Back

My partner, Don Woodbeck, drove up to the campus at Arizona State in Tempe…

I remember it as being damn hot out, fall and I was not yet 20 years-old. It was the early 70’s. I had just cut my hair kinda short. Remember, those were the days of long hair. I did that to look older, more like a cop. Woodbeck said to me, "Are you ready kid?" 

Don wanted me to fly to Chicago with him the next day, to set up our first STING.

It was a weekday, "Don, I have classes all week."  "Really? Then skip them if you want to do this, or forget the whole thing." 

I sat by Don on the flight. We had two suitcases with a few bricks of weed in them as samples. We would need those for the sting. We also placed our guns and badges in the suitcases. In those days there were rarely any bag checks and no metal detectors. We baby powdered the weed covers to cover any odor.

Don told me we had to do a test run before we came after J.D. and his Arizona crew. J.D. and his guys were the ones who had robbed me and my friends and beat the shit out of us my freshman year in college. Woodbeck had worked for him but JD tried to off Don when he refused to fly heroin into the states from Mexico.

So Don said we would meet a guy he kinda worked for in Chicago. And he would set up the sting team for us in Boston a day or two later.

A limo picked us up at the airport in Chicago. In the back seat with me and Don was the man who owned the car. I’ll just call him George (he had an Italian last name). George was movie star handsome, which was important because he’d moved to LA before us, met and dated the blonde star of the hit TV show THE BIG VALLEY and latter married Vanna White.

Not bad.

At this time he was a crew chief in Chicago, running the weed biz. He also was working with Penthouse magazine. Later he started his own, but after a few months it failed. Naturally Don and I invested in that deal – great.

George looked at me, then back at Don. Don had delivered loads of weed to George over the years from Arizona. "Who is this fucking lobster?" George barked, referring to me. Meaning a newbie, wet behind the ears and too young.

Woodbeck told George that the entire cop sting thing was my idea and he liked it. George explained his brother Tom, had been ripped off by these guys in Boston at gunpoint and Tom had been wounded. George wanted them burned and his money back, around $100,000 (a ton in those days). Don said, "We’ll get the dough. We aren’t hitters and we won’t kill ’em unless it’s self defense."

George said, OK, and told us he wanted half the take for setting it up. He would have a couple pros there to help us. I was sweating so much in that limo( first one I’d ever been in) that my hair was wet like from a shower.

How the fuck did I end up in this spot?

When Don and I landed in Boston, a guy picked us up. He was kinda fat, about 40 and introduced himself as a working dentist. "Huh?"  He said we were going back to his offices in Cambridge. It was a wing of his home, where he lived with his wife and two kids. Dr. Zep (I’ll call him) then explained that HE WAS THE BACKUP. Oh great, I thought, we’ll likely get shot. Me, Don and some middle-aged dentist to take down some shooters and dope dealers. Nice.

(to be continued)

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13 Responses to Glazer: The King of Sting Flashes Back

  1. Robertoe says:

    Ha!
    Traveling with weed bricks, guns and badges in carry on. A ton of good week for $100k. I’d say times have changed!

  2. Craig Glazer says:

    They Changed A Ton
    I didn’t mean a ton of weed was 100K just that the amount of money he lost, was a ‘ton’ bug money back in those days, hey it ain’t hay now…

  3. harley says:

    I know george!
    chicago italian guy…..short….fat…..dark complexion…pasta stains on his shirts all the time.
    Loved the cannoli at mamma mias on division street.
    Used his hands alot when he spoke. Had a hair piece worse than your’s glaze.
    i think his last name was constanza!

  4. harley says:

    I know vanna!
    blonde…thin….dressed nice. Liked the heavy bling. Hung out with short guy
    in a suit with a bad hair piece (sound familiar). Was a real looker. Too old for you
    glaze…and too smart (knew how to spell words…not a turtle brain).
    Good legs….nice hands….loved to play games…..very good at spelling (unlike the
    loser commenters on this site)…..even could pronounce the words with over
    3 syllables. Very classy. Good with her hands twirling things..nicknamed
    “white barbie”……

  5. harley says:

    glaze could not make this shit up…
    noone has these kind of fantasy stories…noone could dream up this shit…noone could
    lie about these stories…….vanna white…a hitman dentist….george…..this has got to
    be one incredible story…….
    glaze must have smoked that ton of weed to come up with this stuff!

  6. Gerald Bostock says:

    Too many clues or none?
    Here’s a reporting tip: When you don’t want to identify somebody or you want to avoid raising his ire by accusing him of having been the head of an organized crime crew, don’t tell us his first name AND the name of the very famous celebrity letter-turner to whom he was married. There is this new invention called the Internet that makes it simple and fast to find out this fellow’s full name. …also, for his sake, I hope he was dating Linda Evans and not Barbara Stanwick.

  7. Craig Glazer says:

    THE BOSTON STING FROM the King of Sting book
    These are lifted from my book, shorter versions, this is from THE BOSTON STING, my first….if you guys like them. More will follow, they will be much shorter stories from the longer book versions.

  8. chuck says:

    Cool story
    Vanna sounds like a wild ass.

    Pretty cool.

  9. Harlow says:

    You Are Entertaining As Hell
    yeah, love these stories.

  10. Cool Tool says:

    Lots Of Fun Man
    I love this stuff. Keep it coming.

  11. Jelis Haydr says:

    oh man keep ’em comin!
    Craig tell us the one about how you rode an elefant with vanna white into Toronto to sting a dental gas bootlegger for 27k (a lot in my day) and how you ran into the fuzz and oh great they tried to bust you but you had a gun battle in the canadian desert where Muhammad Ali grabbed the bullet aimed at your throat IN MID AIR and saved your life to go on to open a great comedy club, man I luv that one give me the long version here on kcconfidential PRDY PLZ!

  12. Wiki Pedia says:

    Vanna
    White married restaurant owner George San Pietro on December 31, 1990 and they divorced in November 2002

  13. Craig Glazer says:

    Nice Work
    Hmmm…..so the plot thickens, Geroge/Vanna…part two coming up….

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