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by Barry Gifford
Rudy Winston, Barry Gifford's father, ran an all-night liquor store/drugstore in Chicago, where Barry used to watch showgirls rehearse next door at the Club Alabam on Saturday afternoons. Sometimes in the morning he ate breakfast at the small lunch counter in the store, dunking doughnuts with the organ-grinder's monkey. Other times he would ride with his father to small towns in Illinois, where Rudy would meet someone while Barry waited for him in a diner. Just about anybody who was anybody in Chicago - or in Havana or in New Orleans - in the 3Os, 4Os, and 50s knew Rudy Winston. But one person who did not know him very well was his son. Rudy Winston separated from Barry's mother when Barry was eight, married again, and died when Barry was twelve. When Barry was a teenager a friend asked, "Your father was a killer, wasn't he?" The only answer to that question lies in the life that Barry lived and the powerful but elusive imprint that Rudy Winston left on it. Re-created from the scattere
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