Mob bosses come in all shapes and sizes. Some are brilliant. Some are just plain dumb. Almost all are homicidal maniacs. But only one was a certified lunatic, and his name was Dutch Schultz. Schultz was born Arthur Flegenheimer to German/Jewish parents in 1902 in the Bronx. His father abandoned the family at an early age, and young Flegenheimer took assorted jobs, including one at the Schultz Trucking Company. But despite his legitimate work at the trucking company, young Flegenheimer took up with a gang of crooks, who during Prohibition, did a little illegal importing of hooch from Canada to

Jim, a department manager you depended on highly, just announced he’s changing careers to become a zoologist. You are desperate to fill his position and are doing everything you can to ensure you bring in someone equally talented (although perhaps with a slightly lower love of animals). You’ve sifted through a stack of resumes higher than the Burj Dubai. You had someone do a quick phone screen to eliminate obvious “oops” candidates. You cleared your schedule (that was a painful chore), and you are ready to being interviewing. In walks Candidate A. You shake hands, introduce yourself (wondering silently what