I was researching places, you know, to where people could kiss the fishes, and being environmental and all, I've been spending hours on Google Maps. And once I find a place, a place that looks vacant, with soft soil, I zoom in and take a closer look. The small towns are best to look at, and in the time to drive to one of these god-forsaken places in real life, I can virtually cross off half a dozen towns and find one or two interesting places. The beauty is that once I find a place, you see, there can't be any witnesses to say, oh, yeah, that Italian looking fella was here just last week, and then the cops can piece it together, that so-and-so is missing, and the mafia-looking man were out in the sticks. So, I was searching around, Jimmy calls it malking, as in Maps and stalking, which I kind of like, and I was looking on the street view to see what kind of town it was that I'd need to drive through and then I saw him, you remember Gioaccino Gammino, we called him Little G on account he wasn't that little. There he was, chewing on a slice of pizza in this nothing little town. So, Godfather, this is my present to you, Little G is now swimming with the fishes some place very familiar to him.