She always assumed her father was a jukebox salesman because he had shown her a showroom full of Wurlitzers at his office at Emby Distributing Company near Times Square.Īnd his group of friends, the men with whom he broke bread most often at Dinty Moore's on West 46th Street, were all her uncles. If that doesn't ring a bell, pull up a seat on the porch and let Sandra Lansky ring it for you. Central to them all - her charmed childhood, the company she kept, her astonishing life - was her father, Meyer Lansky.
