I was eleven when the Seeley Club went up in blazing flames after a patron was thrown out, but later returned with a can of gasoline pouring into the entrance, the only exit trapping nearly 100 in an over-capacity night club, killing at least 21 and injuring so many. My mother grabbed my arm and we ran to the club because it was my Uncle James' regular hangout. However, early in the evening, uncle was thrown out with the eventual arsonist, Robert...
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