The Smaldone family was notorious in Denver as the outfit that ran organized crime in this city, but mostly unknown elsewhere because compared to crime families in other cities they were strictly small-time operators. Dick Kreck's book provides an engaging look at this slice of local history, although for the most part it does not go much deeper than the old newspaper articles which were the author's primary source of information.
The exception to the rule is that Mr. Kreck was able to interview a few of the peripheral players in the story, including former Denver Police Capt. Jerry Kennedy (who also became notorious when he provided off-duty security for Elvis Presley during his last tour through Denver and Presley rewarded Kennedy and the other officers on the security team by giving them brand-new Cadillacs) and, more importantly, family kingpin Clyde Smaldone's sons Chuck and Gene Smaldone. The picture that emerges is of a relatively normal American family - albeit one in which the housewife got a new Cadillac every year) whose breadwinner happened to run illegal gambling in the Denver metropolitan area.
Despite their line of work, the Smaldones appear to have been basically decent, honorable men. The family gave generously to charity, especially Catholic charitable organizations. Perhaps even more importantly, they appear not to have harmed anyone who did not voluntarily become involved in their ventures. Although there were a few gangland-style slayings in the 1970s, no non-gangsters met their end in a hail of bullets ordered by the Smaldones. Also, the gang didn't try to force innocent third parties to become involved in their ventures. For example - in a story not included in the book - my sister-in-law's grandfather ran a garage in North Denver during the Smaldone family's heyday. The garage had a back room which evidently was an ideal location for illegal gambling - secluded, inconspicuous, and situated so that any nosy cops could be spotted in time to hide the cards, dice, and other tools of the trade. The Smaldones proposed what essentially would have been a joint venture under which he allowed them to use his property for gambling in return for a percentage of the take. He said no, and they left him alone after that. Making offers one couldn't refuse wasn't one of the Smaldones' business tactics.
The Smaldone Family's criminal enterprise was destined to die out almost from the moment it began. The tight-knit North Denver Italian community split apart after WWII as people integrated into the mainstream and moved to other neighborhoods, and, more importantly, the Smaldone wives accepted what their husbands did for a living but insisted that they not bring their children into the business. As a result, the Smaldones had only limited means of recruiting new members. Federal law enforcement agencies continually turned up the heat on organized crime throughout the 1960s, 1970s, and 1980s. Finally, and perhaps most importantly, Clyde Smaldone's prediction made during the 1950s that the government would take over the gambling business if it every realized how much money it generated proved to be spot-on. Today, on street corners where Smaldone associates once furtively ran the numbers racket, convenience stores and gas stations openly and legally sell lottery tickets, and the towns of Central City and Blackhawk, where the Smaldones once furtively placed slot machines with the connivance of city leaders, are filled to the brim with legal casinos. People may have regarded the Smaldones' gambling business as immoral, but it apparently wasn't immoral enough for the government to keep its hand out of the till.
As an aside, most people who lived in Denver during the 1970s and 1980s will remember the ubiquitous commercials for the Fred Schmidt tv and appliance store chain and their catchy "Ask your neighbor about Fred Schmidt" jingle. Many years later, I serendipitously learned though my legal practice that by 1980 or so the Smaldones more or less had taken over the company and were using it as a front for their other businesses. I asked Mr. Kreck about this at a book signing and he didn't know anything, but did say the eponymous Fred Schmidt liked to gamble. He no doubt lived to regret his efforts to beat the odds.