It’s been exactly one year since I wrote my first post for Manhattan Infidel.  I remember sitting in front of my computer thinking “What should I write about?”, “I hope my blog is interesting”, “Pants are such an encumbrance to my personal freedom”, “Sex toys?  Why not?” and “Does a blog violate my parole?”  But most of all I worried that I would not have anything to write about.  Well 264 posts later the results are in.  I need not worry about that.

Since it is my one-year anniversary I’d like to open up the reader mailbag.

M.W. (though soon to be M.B) writes “Congratulations on one year of blogging.  Is it true?  Did you kill Connie’s husband?”

Don’t ask me about my business M.W. (though soon to be M.B.)

A.P. writes “Manhattan Infidel, I am honored and grateful that you have invited me to your home on the wedding day of your daughter.  And may their first child be a masculine child.”

Thank you A.P.  Just stop sleeping with the fishes.  It’s freaking us all out.

T.S. of Long Island City writes “Manhattan Infidel, I need a man with powerful friends.  I need a million dollars in cash.  I need, Manhattan Infidel all of those politicians you carry around in your pocket like so many nickels and dimes.”

And what is the interest for the Tattalgia family?

S.J.  writes “I frisked him.  He’s clean.  I frisked a thousand young punks.”

Enjoy your veal, S.J.  I’ll have a surprise for you when I get back from the bathroom.

King Shamus writes “Manhattan Infidel, you fingered Sonny for the Barzini people.”

King Shamus you got it all wrong.  I’m innocent.  I swear on the kids.

Jimmy the Hat writes “Barzini’s people chisel my territory and we do nothing about it.  Pretty soon there won’t be anyplace in Brooklyn that I can hang my hat.”

Try to be patient Jimmy the Hat.  After I make my move to Nevada you can break off from the Manhattan Infidel family and go off on your own.  After we make the move to Nevada.

Innominatus writes “Manhattan Infidel, why am I out?”

You’re not a wartime Consigliari, Innominatus.  Things could get rough with the move I’m making.

D.B. of Philadelphia writes “Now you listen to me Manhattan Infidel, you smooth talking son of a bitch.  Let me lay it on the line for you and your boss, whomever he is!  Johnny Fontaine will never get that movie!  I don’t care how many dago guinea wop greaseball  goombahs come out of the woodwork!’

I’m German-Irish.

Snarky Basterd writes “Leave the gun.  Take the cannoli.”

You’re a wise man, Snarky.

T.W. of Washington D.C. writes “What’s with all the new faces Manhattan Infidel?”

We’ll need em now.  After the hospital thing Sonny got mad.  We hit Bruno Tattaglia at four this morning.

Matt writes “Manhattan Infidel, I want you to take care of that son of a bitch right away.  Paulie sold out the old man, that stronz. I don’t want to see him no more.  I want you to make that first thing on your list, understand?”

Understood.

Ro writes “They shot Sonny in the causeway.  He’s dead.”

I want no inquiries made.   I want no acts of vengeance.  I want you to arrange a meeting with the heads of the five blogs.  This war stops now.

Wow.  That’s a lot of mail.  Here’s to a successful second year.

Manhattan Infidel.

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