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Mai Hoo Cheung emailed me on Wednesday, February 27, 2019, solving mysteries and saying, “I knew the original Chopstick Charley. He was my father.”
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So cool. Thanks for this. I used to drive past Chopstick Charlie’s and The Joe every weekday back in the mid-eighties. They looked almost abandoned and even a little scary back then. I used to wonder what those places were like in their heyday and imagined the stories that could be told. Film noir indeed.