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February, 1975
I first met the great John Dillinger in a small, darkly lit diner on the North Side of Chicago in July of 1933. I was fresh out of college at the time and pretty wet behind the ears, but I was interested in a career as a bank robber, having majored in botany. I had used the small savings I had accumulated over the years as a camp counselor to purchase a raincoat and a fedora that I wore slightly cocked over both ears.When I walked into that diner that day in '33 and saw Dillinger, I figured it w...
