He and his two brothers were the first generation of the Sicilian Cosa Nostra to cross the Atlantic. New York was overcrowded and Boston was dominated by the Irish, so they traveled up and west until they found the isolated Devil’s Coast. It had nothing but three shitty towns running along the length of it. They drew straws to decide who got what turf, and my father got Devil’s Dip, seemingly the worst of a bad bunch.
