I never thought that they would. I figured that he was dead, or something. But they caught him, in… Santa Monica. There’s going to be a lot of people out there unhappy about this, let me tell you.
…Damn. If only my dad was alive to see this*. Not that he had anything particularly against Whitey Bulger (except in a theoretical sense), but as a fellow Bostoner the man was always of interest to him.
*Mostly so that he could tell me “I told you so.” Now I have to wait for it.