Manny Skar, aka Mr. Stone’s, I had a new client for at least seven haircuts.

Manny Skar, aka Mr. Stone’s Haircut Ruined
Months later I was well entrenched in the shop, developing my own clients and being fed new clients by Jader and Powell more than the others. One man in particular, who was pleased with my work and was passed on to me by Jader, was Mr. Stone – A.K.A. Manny Skar. His previous haircuts were way too close and he needed some corrective reshaping of style. The style was looking good and the left side was really shaping up quite well. After about the sixth visit I figured out who he really was. I mentioned it to my brother during one of our visits to Stateville Prison. Dan said, "Oh that's cool."
I felt disappointed in his lack of response. But what could I really expect? Ooohs and aaaahs? Look at where I’m visiting. Manny Skar was “connected.” He owned a hotel called Sahara Inn, an underground gambling casino on Manheim Road in Schiller Park. I thought of him as a big time gangster. In my own warped way I thought it was cool to be working on such a character.
Jader greeted me one morning with his great voice; "Thomas, Mr. Stone will not be seeing you anymore."
"Why not Jader, are you going to be doing him?"
"No, Thomas, he's suffering from a severe case of lead poisoning." Jader then showed me the morning newspaper: September 11, 1965, Manny Skar found shot to death in his car in front of his home after dropping off wife and daughter.
My next visit with my brother at Stateville was enlightening. He said; “I knew your ‘Mr. Stone’ was going to get whacked; everybody in here knew. The grapevine in this place is phenomenal. That’s why I couldn’t say anything to you. You don’t need to know about any of that kind of shit anyway. Just stay clean.”