This story is written for Friday Fictioneers.
The cold waters of the Saint Lawrence River confronted the old man as he glazed at the new stadium under construction. 1975 was a boon year for the great lakes area. The Detroit Lions would soon be the new occupants of this building. He had told his friend that they would have dinner at the Machus Red Fox Restaurant. He picked his old friend up in his brand new Mercury Marquis Brougham. On the way they stopped at the construction site to examine the foundation.
It didn’t take much money to convince the construction crew to bury the remains of Jimmy.
Oh Danny Boy! 
Danny, Remind me never to accept an invitation to go and examine a building foundation. Good and well-written story. 🙂 — Susan
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I here the new basketball arena is to be built beginning 1.1.15. I’ll see if I can snag you an invite. BOC (Bring Own Concrete).
DJ
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Dear Danny,
Jimmy sleeps wit da Detroit Lions. Clever.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I have a mental image of mobster-types getting all excited when there’s new building going on and queueing up round the block, waiting in line to get rid of their latest victims. Nice one!
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Thanks! Nice visual.
DJ
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Ba-da-bing ba-ba-bang.
concreteshoes for Jimmy.
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Whew! Good one….no, excellent one.
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Thank You!
DJ
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Oh, so THAT’s where he is!
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I guess they will have to wait until they demolish the stadium before they find out. Unless he is found before then!
DJ
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