For as long as I can remember I’ve heard my father, Ash Resnick, referred to as “an associate of organized crime” or an outright member of The Mob. I’ve seen no evidence that my dad, a man known to march to the beat of his own drum, belonged to any organization. One day I finally asked him.
“Daddy, are you really involved in organized crime?”
“Bum,” he said, without missing a beat. “This is disorganized crime.”
That was my dad and this is his story.
My dad, Ash Resnick, doing what he loved best.