Show Notes
A tale that might have been forgotten but here it is from APG670!
This tale isn’t about me operating into the massive aviation hub of Chicago O’Hare Airport but of how it got its name. For that, I’m going to take you back into Chicago’s seedy past to the days of Prohibition and the notorious gangster, Al Capone.
Enjoying a beer in Chicago!
Destroying beer during Prohibition.
Al Capone and Easy Eddie
Capone’s mug shot
The murder of Easy Eddie
VF3
The Thatch Weave
O’Hare and his Wildcat
O’Hare is presented with the Medal of Honor
A tribute to Edward O’Hare at the airport that bears his name
Images under Creative Commons licence with thanks to the Library of Congress, the US Gov, the FBI, the USN, the Cradle of Aviation Museum, the Newberry Library, Raysonho and the National Archives.
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The next tale from my RAF Logbook, albeit now being filled with civilian flights for Virgin Atlantic Airways…