AL CAPONE: THE MAN WHO OWNED CHICAGO –  hW

January 17th, 1899, Brooklyn, New York. A cramped tenement apartment in the Navy Yard neighborhood. A baby boy is born to two Italian immigrants who crossed an ocean chasing the American dream. They named him Alphonse Gabriel Capone. Nobody in that room could have imagined that this child, fourth of nine born to a barber and a seamstress, would one day become the most infamous criminal in American history.

The man who didn’t just run Chicago’s underworld, the man who was Chicago’s underworld. This is the story of Al Capone. Ask someone on the street today to name a famous Chicagoan, you’ll hear Michael Jordan, you’ll hear Barack Obama, but you’ll also hear a name that’s been dead for nearly 80 years, Al Capone. That’s not a coincidence. That’s legacy.

The kind of legacy that gets written in blood, bribed into City Hall, and bootlegged into every bar in America. But, before he was a legend, he was just a hungry kid from Brooklyn trying to survive. Alphonse Capone grew up in a household that barely made ends meet. His father Gabriele worked as a barber. His mother Teresa held the family together with nine kids under one roof.

They were a tight-knit, devoutly Catholic family, hard-working, proud, and completely unprepared for what their fourth son would become. Al dropped out of school after the sixth grade, 14 years old, after reportedly striking a teacher who hit him first. From that point on, the streets became his classroom. He cycled through odd jobs, candy store clerk, bowling alley pinboy, factory laborer.

Nothing stuck. But, the gangs, those stuck. The Brooklyn neighborhoods of that era were crawling with criminal organizations, and young Al drifted naturally into their orbit. He eventually caught the attention of a man who would change his life forever, Francesco Ioele, better known on the streets as Frankie Yale.

Yale [clears throat] ran a notoriously rough bar and brothel called the Harvard Inn on Coney Island, named that way apparently because Yale thought it was funny that his name matched the Ivy League school. The place was anything but scholarly. Capone started as a dishwasher. He ended up as muscle. Somewhere in between, he learned the rules of the underworld from the ground up. He was big. He was fearless.

He was ambitious. And he had a gift for reading people that most men twice his age didn’t possess. It was at the Harvard Inn where Capone crossed paths with a man 17 years his senior, a calculating, cold-blooded strategist named Johnny Torrio. Torrio was already well connected in New York’s criminal world and had ties to Chicago’s most powerful crime boss.

He took notice of the young Capone and he filed that name away. Before Capone ever set foot in Chicago, he already had a story written on his face. One evening at the Harvard Inn, Capone made the mistake of flirting aggressively with a young woman. Her brother, a gangster named Frank Galluccio, didn’t take kindly to it. He pulled a knife and slashed Capone three times across the left cheek.

The wounds were deep enough to scar permanently. For the rest of his life, Al Capone despised the nickname those scars earned him, Scarface. In photographs, he always turned to show his right side. In person, he’d bristle at anyone who mentioned it. For a man obsessed with his own image, those three lines on his face were the one thing he could never control.

Around 1919, the heat in Brooklyn was rising. Capone had become a suspect in at least one murder investigation. Frankie Yale, calculating as ever, decided it was better to send him somewhere else than risk the scrutiny. And conveniently, Johnny Torrio, now operating in Chicago, had just the opening. Torrio had gone to Chicago a decade earlier to work for his uncle by marriage, a powerful and flamboyant crime boss named Giacomo “Big Jim” Colosimo.

Big Jim was a different kind of gangster. Diamonds in his pocket, opera singers at his restaurant, politicians eating out of his hand. He’d [clears throat] built a sprawling empire of brothels and gambling dens in the city’s notorious Levee District on the Near South Side. He worked hand in glove with two famously corrupt aldermen, John “Bathhouse” Coughlin and Michael “Hinky Dink” Kenna, who provided political cover in exchange for a cut of everything.

Big Jim even got himself named a precinct captain, giving his criminal operation a paper-thin veneer of legitimacy. By the time Capone arrived in Chicago at age 20, Colosimo was pulling in tens of thousands of dollars a month. His restaurant on South Wabash was a who’s who of Chicago society, celebrities, athletes, opera stars, everyone passed through Big Jim’s doors.

Capone was put to work at the Four Deuces, a gambling club and brothel on South Wabash that Torrio operated under Colosimo’s umbrella. He started as a doorman, that wasn’t going to last long. January 16th, 1920, the 18th Amendment takes effect. Alcohol, the manufacture, sale, and transport of it is now illegal across the entire United States.

And with that, the greatest business opportunity in the history of American organized crime opens up overnight. Here’s the thing about prohibition that its architects badly miscalculated. Americans didn’t want to stop drinking. The post-World War I era was a time of celebration, of letting loose, of women in shorter skirts and jazz clubs and a general rejection of Victorian era restraint.

Banning alcohol didn’t kill the demand. It just made the supply criminal and nobody understood that faster than Johnny Torrio. Torrio saw prohibition the way a tech entrepreneur sees a market gap. This was a product with unlimited demand, a customer base of millions and for anyone willing to operate outside the law, virtually no legitimate competition.

He wanted to flood Chicago with bootleg beer and liquor. He wanted to own every illegal brewery, every distribution route, to every speakeasy. There was only one problem, Big Jim Colosimo wasn’t interested. Colosimo was comfortable. He was rich, he was famous. He had a new girlfriend, a young singer named Dale Winter and he just rather coldly divorced Torrio’s aunt Victoria to be with her.

As far as Big Jim was concerned, the brothels and gambling were enough. Prohibition was someone else’s gold rush. That decision cost him his life. On May 11th, 1920, Colosimo walked into a foyer across from his own restaurant to meet what he thought was a business contact. Instead, he was shot once in the back of the head with a .38 caliber revolver.

No witnesses came forward. No one was ever charged. The newspapers started calling it Chicago Amnesia, the mysterious condition that seemed to afflict everyone who might have seen something. The finger pointed at Frankie Yale, brought in from New York as a favor. Capone’s name came up, too. Neither was ever prosecuted.

With Colosimo gone, Torrio inherited everything and immediately began building the bootlegging empire he’d envisioned. And Al Capone, Torrio made him his right-hand man. What followed was one of the most aggressive criminal expansions in American history. Chicago was a bootlegger’s paradise in ways that few other cities could match.

It sat at the center of the country’s railroad network. It had Great Lakes access. It had a deeply entrenched culture of political corruption that went all the way up to the mayor’s office. Mayor Big Bill Thompson, who ran city hall for most of the 1920s, was, to put it plainly, bought and paid for. Torrio and Capone didn’t just bribe the police.

They owned entire precincts, judges, aldermen, department heads. If they weren’t on the payroll, they didn’t keep their positions. The bootlegging operation itself was a masterpiece of logistics. Chicago had dozens of shuttered breweries when prohibition hit, but the brewers, the equipment, and the supply chains were all still there.

Torrio and Capone began quietly acquiring these facilities, converting them into illegal production lines churning out beer and liquor around the clock. When police raids happened, and they did, the operations would be up and running again within days. The distribution network spread across the entire Midwest, and Capone later boasted that he could barely keep up with demand.

By 1924, the federal government estimated the Torrio-Capone operation was generating around $7 million a month. In today’s money, that’s well over $100 million annually. For a man who’d been a dishwasher five years earlier, it was almost incomprehensible. Capone brought his family out to Chicago, his mother, his siblings, his wife Mae, and his son Albert, nicknamed Sonny, who had been born premature and struggled with health problems his entire life.

They settled in a modest two-flat bungalow on the South Side. To the neighbors, it was just a family home. To the rest of Chicago, it was the address of the most powerful criminal in the city. Not everyone was willing to share. At the start of prohibition, Chicago had roughly a dozen major bootlegging gangs. Torrio, always the diplomat, tried to broker territorial agreements, a remarkable feat for a criminal enterprise. His philosophy was simple.

Conflict costs money. Dead men don’t buy beer. If everyone has their peace, everyone profits. It worked until it didn’t. The main rival to Capone’s South Side operation was the North Side Gang. Originally led by Dean O’Banion, a florist by day and a bootlegger, safe cracker, and hired killer the rest of the time.

O’Banion was clever and fearless and deeply distrustful of the Italians on the South Side. The relationship between the factions was always uneasy, and in 1924, it shattered entirely when O’Banion sold Torrio a stake in a brewery he knew was about to get raided by federal agents, letting Torrio take the arrest while he walked away clean.

It was the kind of move you didn’t make against Johnny Torrio and live long. O’Banion was shot to death in his own flower shop on North State Street in November 1924. Three men walked in posing as customers. He was hit six times. Nobody was ever charged, but nobody doubted who’d ordered it. What followed was all-out gang warfare. The North Side Gang, now run by a rotating cast of successors, including [ __ ] Weiss and later George Bugs Moran, waged a years-long campaign of retribution against Capone’s organization. Torrio himself was nearly

killed in an assassination attempt in January 1925, shot multiple times outside his apartment. He survived, barely, and made a decision that shocked everyone. He retired, handed the whole operation to Capone, and got out. Al Capone, at 26 years old, was now the most powerful gangster in Chicago.

With reform mayor William Dever cracking down on vice operations inside Chicago’s city limits, Capone moved his headquarters west to Cicero, a blue-collar suburb where the local government had been effectively replaced by Capone’s organization. He set up base at the Hawthorne Hotel, had it fitted with steel shutters rated to stop rifle fire, and ran his empire from suite that functioned more like a war room than an office.

His crew in Cicero was formidable. Jake Greasy Thumb Guzik, a brilliant accountant who managed the payoffs and handled the money. Machine Gun Jack McGurn, a former prizefighter turned assassin who was utterly loyal to Capone. His brothers, Ralph and Frank. The whole apparatus of a criminal government operating out of a Chicago suburb with the open knowledge of everyone in the state and the legal inability of anyone to prove it.

The newspapers started calling Cicero Caponeville. He didn’t mind. The rivalry with Bugs Moran’s North Side Gang had dragged on for years, bleeding both organizations of men and money. Capone wanted to end it. On the morning of February the 14th, 1929, seven men connected to Moran’s operation gathered in a Lincoln Park garage on North Clark Street.

What happened next was the most notorious mass murder in the history of American organized crime. Men dressed in police uniforms walked in. The seven were lined up against the wall, presumably assuming they were being arrested. Then the gunmen opened fire. All seven were killed. Moran himself had been running late that morning and never entered the garage.

He survived by minutes, if not seconds. The photos from the crime scene made front pages around the world. The brutality of it, execution style, in broad daylight, disguised as a police operation, shocked a public that had grown somewhat numb to Chicago gang violence. Al Capone was in Florida at the time. He was never charged, but no one doubted for a moment who had ordered it. The St.

Valentine’s Day Massacre marked the peak of Capone’s power and the beginning of its end. The sheer audacity of the killing turned public opinion. Civic leaders who had previously looked the other way began demanding federal intervention. The government started paying attention in ways it never had before. Capone had made himself too famous, too visible, too big to ignore.

The federal government couldn’t pin a murder on Al Capone. They couldn’t tie him directly to bootlegging operations. He’d been careful to distance himself from. But they had one angle left. One that had quietly been building for years in the files of the US Treasury Department. Taxes. It was almost elegantly simple. Al Capone lived like a king.

He spent lavishly on clothes, food, entertainment, and bribes. He controlled an operation generating millions of dollars a month, and he had never, not once, filed a federal income tax return. The Supreme Court had ruled in 1927 that illegal income was still taxable income. The math was straightforward. On October 18th, 1931, Al Capone was convicted on five counts of tax evasion.

He was sentenced to 11 years in federal prison, fined $50,000, and ordered to pay back taxes on top of that. He served time in Atlanta before being transferred to the newly opened Alcatraz Penitentiary in 1934. He never ran the Chicago Outfit again. By the time he was released in 1939, the syphilis he’d contracted in his youth had advanced to the point where it was attacking his neurological system.

He spent his final years at his estate on Palm Island in Florida, his mind deteriorating, largely removed from the world he’d once controlled. He died on January 25th, 1947. He was 48 years old. Here’s what’s strange about Al Capone. He never stopped being famous. Decades after his death, his name is still the first one people reach for when they think of Chicago.

Not because he was the most successful criminal in history. He wasn’t. Not because he was the most dangerous. He wasn’t that, either. But, because he understood something that most criminals never figure out, image is power. Capone cultivated his own mythology. He courted the press. He showed up at baseball games and let the crowd cheer.

He opened soup kitchens during the Depression. He positioned himself as a man of the people, a businessman giving the public what the law wouldn’t let them have. The cigar, the silk suits, the diamond ring, that wasn’t ego. That was branding. He was the first celebrity gangster. Every crime boss who came after him, every Hollywood portrayal of the mob, every don at the head of a long table exists in the shadow Al Capone cast.

A Brooklyn kid with a sixth grade education who built an empire worth over a hundred million dollars, bribed an entire city, and became so famous that nearly a century after his death, his name still means Chicago. Not bad for a barber’s son.

QQ4 Bob Dylan and Keith Richards have been close friends for nearly 40 years. The friendship began on a live television program in November of 1986 in the 11 seconds after Bob Dylan called Keith Richards music derivative on camera. Keith Richard’s response to that assessment, one sentence said without anger, without performance, with the specific directness of a man who has nothing to prove and knows it made Bob Dylan laugh.

Then made Bob Dylan go quiet. then made Bob Dylan say two words that people who know Bob Dylan say he almost never said to anyone. This is the story of those 11 seconds and the 40 years that followed them. The program was a live music interview special broadcast on an American network on the evening of November 3rd, 1986. The format was simple.

Two musicians, a host, an hour of conversation about music and the state of it. The producers had assembled the pairing of Bob Dylan and Keith Richards with the specific calculation of television producers who understand that two people with equally strong and potentially incompatible views about what music is and what it should do will produce better television than two people who agree about everything.

The calculation was correct, though not in the way the producers had anticipated. Bob Dylan was 45 years old in November of 1986. Bob Dylan had released Empire Burlesque the previous year and had been on the road for most of the intervening period as part of the True Confessions tour with Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.

Bob Dylan was in November of 1986 in one of the most prolific and restless phases of a career that had consisted almost entirely of prolific and restless phases. A career that had moved through folk, rock, country, gospel, and back again, that had been declared finished at least six times by the music press, and at each time continued with the serene indifference of a river to the opinions of people standing on its banks.

Bob Dylan had been redefining what music could be. Since 1962, Bob Dylan had invented and reinvented himself so many times that reinvention had become his defining characteristic, not in the superficial sense of a performer changing costumes, but in the deeper sense of a musician who had never allowed his work to settle into a form that could be anticipated or categorized from the outside.

Bob Dylan understood influence and originality and the relationship between them better than almost anyone alive in 1986. Bob Dylan had spent 24 years thinking carefully and specifically about where music came from and where music was going and what it meant that those two things were always in constant conversation with each other.

Keith Richards was 42 years old in November of 1986. Keith Richards had been playing guitar professionally since 1962. Keith Richards had built a career on a foundation of American blues and rhythm and blues. A foundation that Keith Richards had studied with the systematic devotion of someone who understood that the tradition he was building on was not incidental to the music he was making, but essential to it.

that you could not understand what Keith Richards did without understanding where Keith Richards had come from and what Keith Richards had been listening to since he was a teenager in Dartford with American Import Records and a secondhand guitar and no teacher except the recordings themselves. Keith Richards had never pretended otherwise. Keith Richards had in fact spent considerable energy across his career making the lineage explicit, naming the artists, citing the recordings, insisting on the acknowledgement of influence that the mainstream music

industry had a long history of suppressing or ignoring or crediting to the wrong people. If anything, Keith Richards was more transparent about his sources than most musicians of his generation. Keith Richards had always said openly that the Rolling Stones came directly from the blues, that Muddy Waters and Robert Johnson and the specific tradition of the Mississippi Delta were not background influences, but foundational ones.

The music Keith Richards made was in direct and sustained conversation with that tradition, something Keith Richards considered not a limitation, but a responsibility and a form of respect. The interview had been running for 8 minutes when the host asked Bob Dylan about the current state of rock and roll.

Bob Dylan answered with the density and the indirection that characterized Bob Dylan’s responses to direct questions, turning the question over, approaching it from an unexpected angle, finding his way to what he actually thought through a series of observations that moved like a river rather than a road. Bob Dylan was not a straightforward interview subject.

Bob Dylan had been asked about rock and roll in hundreds of interviews across 24 years and had developed the habit of treating the question as an invitation to think out loud rather than a request for a prepared position. The producer Gerald Sherman said afterward that in the first 8 minutes of the interview, he had been slightly anxious, not because anything was going wrong, but because nothing was going anywhere in particular yet.

The interview had the feeling of two conversations happening simultaneously. Bob Dylan’s internal one and the external one visible to the cameras. And Gerald Sherman was not certain in those first eight minutes that the two conversations would converge into something. Bob Dylan talked about influence. Bob Dylan talked about originality.

Bob Dylan talked about the difference between music that absorbed a tradition and transformed it and music that absorbed a tradition and reproduced it. And then Bob Dylan made his assessment. And then Bob Dylan said with the precision of a man making a musical assessment rather than a personal judgment that the Rolling Stones work, and Bob Dylan was specific, naming Keith Richards as the guitarist whose approach he was discussing was derivative in a way that Bob Dylan found limiting.

Bob Dylan said it without hostility. Bob Dylan said it as a technical observation about the relationship between source material and the work that came from it. Bob Dylan said that Keith Richards played the blues the way the blues had already been played, rather than using the blues as a starting point for something that had not yet been played.

Keith Richards had been listening to this with the specific attention Keith Richards gave to things being said about music by people who knew music. Keith Richards did not interrupt. Keith Richards did not shift in his chair or display any of the visible signals of a person preparing a defensive response. Keith Richards listened to Bob Dylan’s complete observation all the way to its conclusion without interrupting and without displaying any visible signal of preparing a response.

Then Keith Richards said one sentence. The sentence was not a rebuttal. The sentence did not defend Keith Richards music or argue for its originality or challenge Bob Dylan’s characterization of what the blues meant in the context of rock and roll. The sentence was something else entirely, something that required a specific kind of confidence to say.

The confidence of a person who has spent long enough thinking about the same things as the person they are talking to that they can locate the exact point where their thinking diverges and say something useful about that point rather than simply defending their own position. The sentence acknowledged everything Bob Dylan had said, the assessment, the distinction Bob Dylan was drawing, the specific musical concern underlying the observation, and then turned it 90°.

Keith Richards took Bob Dylan’s own framework, the one Bob Dylan had used to analyze Keith Richards relationship to the blues tradition, and applied it back to Bob Dylan’s work with the same precision Bob Dylan had used to apply it to Keith Richards. Spare aimed. The sentence asked Bob Dylan something about Bob Dylan’s own music, about the relationship between Bob Dylan’s sources and Bob Dylan’s output that Bob Dylan had not been asked on television before.

The sentence did not attack. The sentence illuminated. Bob Dylan laughed. The laugh was not the polite laugh of someone responding to a joke. The laugh was the involuntary laugh of someone who has been genuinely surprised. The specific kind of surprise that a person of exceptional intelligence experiences when someone else’s intelligence exceeds their expectations.

Bob Dylan laughed for 4 seconds. Then Bob Dylan stopped laughing. Then Bob Dylan was quiet for 3 seconds in the way that Bob Dylan was quiet when Bob Dylan was thinking rather than performing thought. Then Bob Dylan said, “You’re right.” The producer in the booth, a man named Gerald Sherman, who had been working in television for 14 years, said afterward that in 14 years of live television production, he had never heard Bob Dylan say those two words in a public forum.

Gerald Sherman said he had worked with Bob Dylan on two previous occasions and had observed Bob Dylan in numerous other contexts and that you’re right was not a phrase that Bob Dylan deployed easily or often because Bob Dylan had spent 24 years being right about music in ways that other people eventually caught up with. And the experience of being right ahead of everyone else does not generally produce a man who says you’re right readily when someone else makes a point.

The host of the program, a journalist named Patricia Wells, who had been interviewing musicians for 12 years, said afterward that the 11 seconds between Bob Dylan’s assessment and Bob Dylan saying, “You’re right,” were the most extraordinary 11 seconds of television she had been present for. Patricia Wells said that what she witnessed in those 11 seconds was not a debate or a confrontation or a celebrity exchange of competing opinions.

Patricia Wells said what she witnessed was one musician recognizing another musician as an equal, which was in the specific context of Bob Dylan in 1986, not something that happened in public very often. The interview continued for another 42 minutes after those 11 seconds. The conversation between Bob Dylan and Keith Richards in the remaining 42 minutes was described by everyone who watched it as fundamentally different from the first 8 minutes.

The host, Patricia Wells, who had been conducting music interviews for 12 years and understood the difference between the performance of conversation and actual conversation, said that at approximately the 9-minute mark, something shifted in the studio. That the formal interview, architecture dissolved, and what replaced it was something less structured and more genuine.

Bob Dylan and Keith Richards talked about influence and originality and the blues and what it meant to build on a tradition without being consumed by it. They talked about specific recordings and specific musicians with the specificity of two people who had spent their entire adult lives thinking about these things and rarely found another person who had thought about them with equivalent care.

They talked about where music came from and where music was going and whether those two questions were actually one question or two. Patricia Wells said afterward that she had asked approximately four questions in the remaining 42 minutes because Bob Dylan and Keith Richards did not require questions. They required only a room and a camera and the shared understanding that what they were saying together was worth recording carefully.

She said it was the best interview she had ever conducted and that she had conducted the smallest part of it. After the program, Bob Dylan and Keith Richards were in the corridor outside the studio when the host Patricia Wells passed them. Patricia Wells said she did not stop because she did not want to interrupt.

She observed them for approximately 30 seconds from a distance. She said they were talking with the ease of people who had known each other for years rather than people who had met for the first time 2 hours earlier. She said that something had shifted between them during the broadcast that the broadcast had made permanent rather than temporary.

She continued down the corridor and did not look back. She said in her account of that evening that she had decided in that moment not to interrupt the conversation because some conversations are more valuable than any question a journalist might ask and that the conversation she had observed for 30 seconds in the corridor outside the studio was one of them.

She had been a music journalist for 12 years. She recognized the difference. Bob Dylan and Keith Richards have maintained their friendship across four decades. They have appeared together at various events, most significantly at the concert for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1995, where people who were present described them as inseparable for most of the evening, occupying the same corner of the backstage area and talking with the concentrated attention of people who only have a limited amount of time together and intend to use it

well. Bob Dylan has spoken about Keith Richards in interviews with the specific thoughtful care that Bob Dylan reserves for musicians whose work Bob Dylan considers genuinely important rather than merely culturally prominent. Keith Richards has spoken about Bob Dylan in similar terms with the specific respect of someone who recognizes in another person a commitment to music that goes deeper than career.

Neither Bob Dylan nor Keith Richards has made a public statement specifically about how the friendship began or about the November 1986 interview. Bob Dylan has not mentioned the 11 seconds. Keith Richards has not mentioned the sentence. The interview exists in the archive. The 11 seconds are there. The laugh is there. The two words are there.

What is also there for anyone who watches the interview from its beginning and pays attention to the shift that happens at the 9-minute mark is the specific moment when two people who thought they were appearing on a television program discovered they were actually talking to each other. What Keith Richards said in that one sentence has never been officially reported.

The people who were in the studio that evening, Gerald Sherman, Patricia Wells, the floor crew, the two camera operators, the makeup artist who was watching from the side of the set, have described the sentence in consistent terms. They have described its effect. They have described Bob Dylan’s laugh and Bob Dylan’s silence and Bob Dylan’s two words.

They have not repeated the sentence itself in the specific understanding that the sentence was said between two musicians on a television program and that its power resided in the specific context of that exchange and would not survive removal from it intact. What can be said is this. Keith Richards said something to Bob Dylan about Bob Dylan’s music that used Bob Dylan’s own observation about Keith Richards as its starting point and arrived somewhere that Bob Dylan had not anticipated.

Keith Richards turned Bob Dylan’s assessment 90° and showed Bob Dylan something about the music they had both spent their lives making that Bob Dylan recognized immediately as true. And Bob Dylan said, “You’re right.” Two words said by Bob Dylan in public on live television in 1986 to Keith Richards in response to a single sentence Keith Richards had said about music.

Two words that Gerald Sherman, who had worked with Bob Dylan on two previous occasions, said he had never heard Bob Dylan say in a public forum. Two words that Patricia Wells, who had been interviewing musicians for 12 years, said were the most significant two words she had heard in those 12 years. Not because of their content, but because of who said them and what it cost to say them and what it meant that Keith Richards had produced them in 11 seconds from a conversation that began with Bob Dylan calling Keith Richards’s music derivative. And Keith Richards and

Bob Dylan have been close friends for nearly 40 years. The sentence did its work in 11 seconds on the evening of November 3rd, 1986. The work has been ongoing ever since. If this story moved you, subscribe and leave a comment below. Have you ever said something to someone that turned a potential disagreement into an unexpected and lasting connection? Tell us about it in the comments below.

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