I always try to tell the truth in my writing, so I have an apology to make to all of you. Salvatore “Lucky” Luciano wasn’t 5’ 2”, he was 5 ft. 10 in. tall. He wasn’t 180 lbs.; he was a slim 140 lbs. He wasn’t ugly, but he did wear glasses. How could I have made such a mistake? Easy, I gave you information about Frank Luciano, not his distant relative Salvatore “Lucky” Luciano.
That’s right—I mixed up my Italians. Bless me father, for I have sinned.
I admit such a blunder is a doosie, but I’m hanging my head in shame and confessing. When I goof, I’ll take responsibility for it. Believe it or not, I don’t know everything—even with the Internet at my fingertips.
How did I find this mistake? Well, I compared my previous notes on Luciano with the new information I got out of the government book. (Remember, I told you about the volume that sparked my inspiration?) When I saw the discrepancy in the two physical descriptions for Luciano, first of all, I wondered how the government shrunk him down eight whole inches. Then I got serious and rechecked my sources. Surely, a famous gangster like Lucky had to be documented accurately by the government SOMEWHERE. And, he was—on page 809. Oops! Oh my God, I had the wrong Luciano! (But you gotta admit that a 5 ft. 2 in. godfather is a lot more interesting than someone a lot taller, right?)
The only good news to this blunder is this: Even though I made this HUGE mistake by mixing up Lucianos, the inspiration for the story hasn’t left me. I’m still writing.