Fred S. Sustik
My  Story
Fred & Clarence Richetti 1957
Fred & Ricky Richetti 1957
As a young boy I grew up in what I thought was a normal family until as I grew older I realized that there was something quite not
right with family relationships and the world. It all started when I was a young kid, my grandmother had told me the story of my
Uncle Adam Richetti being a gangster. I was fascinated to say the least. However when I had told my parents what she had said
at dinner one day, there was an uneasy quite, and then the reply, "We don't talk about that in this house." So except for the
communications that I maintained with my grandparents, aunts and uncles the subject was closed for discussion with my
parents until much later in my life. It was those discussions I had with my grandmother that caused a great deal of anger with my
parents.

There were many occasions when groups of family would get together, Christmas, Thanksgiving, and a rare family reunion. The
4th of July was probably the biggest celebration and best of them all. The only problem was that when everyone would get
together there was always an underlying discussion out of most of the children's presence more often than not resulting in a
disagreement between various family members. As I became more aware and as time went on the discussions always seem
centered on those that were involved with Adam and Eva, my father, and those responsible for not doing enough to help out with
their predicament almost 25 years after the Kansas City Massacre.  

The story surrounding my father's abandonment by his mother Eva still interests me today after all of these years  As a young boy
I could not imagine being abandoned by my mother or father and wanted to know why?   It is also one of my most notable
accomplishments in my life, not for me but for my father's piece of mind. I was probably 12 years old at the time when I was told
the story and could never understand why or how my Dad's mother Eva could have not wanted him and left him on the steps of a
of the orphanage.    As a child it was difficult to understand that your own mother did not want you.   Once I arrived home that
evening after hearing that story, I questioned my father while sitting at the kitchen table. My younger sisters and mother had
retired for the evening so my father tried to tell me the story as he knew it.

Smoking a Camel unfiltered cigarette and drinking a Budwieser he began. When he was finished I did not know anymore than
what the original story had been, and neither did he. He just didn't know and that is all he had been told his whole life. He lived
his life until the age of 70 never knowing why his real mother Eva abandoned him even though Eva lived with us from time to time
she never explained to him why.  He lived his entire life with the hidden lie that shaped his view of love, relationships and
attitudes towards others.  

There was only "Their" version and they stuck to it all of those years. I was left with a question that I knew bothered my father his
entire life until I was able to discover his records at the orphanage almost 28 years later.

Continuing to grow up in this family was still quite unique. I learned many things, how to make home brew beer, wine, hunt and
fish.  I lived with my Grandparents every summer until the end of August. My Grandfather Henry loved to tell me the stories while
sitting on the back porch on the wood bench swing. My Grandmother Minnie and her brothers were always loving and willing to
share, and my how they all could cook. I enjoyed their company and the stories they told of the old country. They told of their rough
life in Oklahoma and how tough the Great Depression was. Some of them told of coming to this country from Italy and Europe.

The stories of how the government approached neighbors, friends, coworkers, and even the mailman to spy on family members
probably were the worst. Those actions continued to instill fear upon many family members until they died. The resentment that it
created with many members in the community. How they feared to go to town because of the whispers and looks they received.
How other family members were taunted, and sometimes how fist fights broke out because of the name calling. How they feared
and didn't trust the mailman even 40 years after all of this took place. The taunting and malicious remarks that lasted for many
years has eventually faded away in that small town of Dillonvale as those that had remembered have passed on.

Looking back my Parents was I would have to say guarded with me and my sisters. Until many years later it never dawned on me
and it wasn't until many years later that I questioned my parents about all of this. Their reply was: "We wanted you to grown up
with your own destiny not that of your Grandmother, Aunts and Uncles." "We did not want your friends and our neighbors to know
who you were and the stigma that many of the other family members had to deal with growing up." It was then that I understood.
My Dad's life was influenced by his Aunts, Uncles, and Mother. It was very difficult for him as there were undo pressures and
expectations put upon him from time to time to be like his Uncle Adam. Minnie Richetti who was Eva's sister had adopted Fred
and raised him very strictly so he would not become like her brothers and sisters that was her fear and influence on his life.
The many stories intrigued me as a young teenager for years; however my parents kept close tabs on me and those stories often
chastising other family members for speaking of them.

Then life took a different turn for me when I graduated Wintersville High School in Ohio.  I had been granted a scholarship in
music at Muskingum University to continue my education which made my parents very happy but... I was no longer interested in
dedicating a great deal of time to a career in music and took off  to California to experience life.   Life was an adventure for me
and I was anxious to be a part of it.  I traveled across the country eventually landing in California where I lived and worked for a
short while, enjoying the weather, beaches, and sites.  It was there where I learned to trap shoot with my Dad's cousin Jack
Smalley.  At the time he was one of the top rated trap shooters in the U.S. I also spent some time with my Mom's sister,  Sue and
her daughter my cousin Jaime.  Sue showed me a lot about living and enjoying life which I enjoyed to the fullest.    

Eventually still not satisfied with every day life I entered  the US Air Force.  I spent 8 years traveling the world.  I was assigned to
Aeronautical Systems Divsion, Wright Patterson AFB, OH.  My first assignment was with the F-15 System Program Office on the
new fighter.  As that project began to wind down I was redeployed to the ASD Headquarters and assigned to the Chief of Staff as
a briefing assistant where I was exposed to the inner workings of defense contracts, new weapons system, aircraft, and even the
maiden test flights of the space shuttle.

After several years I volunteered for another one of life's adventures.  I accepted an overseas assignment and  finally landed at
Elmendorf AFB, Alaska where I was deployed to the 21st Tactical Fighter Wing, Alaskan Air Command during the Cold War to
monitor Russian incursions into U.S airspace. I was assigned to the Elmendorf Operations Center (EOC) as a Command and
Control specialist.    The experience of being on the front line between super powers during that time was an adrenalin rush
almost daily,  yet a very nerve racking, tiring effort.  The Russians tested us almost monthly.  Chasing Russians across the
Bering sea back to their homeland was very interesting to say the least.  I was fascinated with what was all involved, and then
only to see the Russians holding up a Coke bottle in the window of their aircraft was truly awesome!  Filling in for Airmen on the
Distant Early Warning, DEW line for short was another adventure to never be forgotten.  Flying into the side of a mountain on a
C130 Hercules just to land on an airstrip not much more than 100 yards long was what I would say a puckering experience, and
then to take off and fly down the side of the mountain was again a very scary experience not always in favorable flying conditions.   
Places not many have ever heard of like, Tin City, Cape Romanzof, Point Lonely or Murphy's Dome where after 30 days of
temporary duty TDY, one couldn't wait to return to civilization.  The poor souls that drew the short straw and had to spend a year in
these locations with little or no communications  with family members or without many modern conviences and comforts, and the
brutal bone chilling -50 below temperatures should be recognized as hero's themselves.

One of the more notable contributions that I played a role in during my time in the EOC  was the rescue coordination efforts of the  
M.S. Prinsedam a Dutch Cruise Ship 120 miles off shore in the Gulf of Alaska in early October 1980.  The ship had caught fire
and began to sink.  Passengers and crew had abandonded ship were adrift in icy, wind, and rough seas.   With the help of the
Coast Guard, Air Force, Canadian Forces, as well as civilian ship traffic all 520 passengers, crew, and military personnel were
rescued safely.  This incident turned out to be one of the largest successful maritime rescues at sea.         

Alaska was my dream come true!  I loved the great outdoors.  Fishing, hunting, skiing, skating, and snowmobiling fulfilled a
lifelong dream.  Fly fishing for King, Silver and Dolly Vardon was delux.  I learned from an Eskimo women how to smoke, can, and
make squaw candy of my catches.  Hunting was much more difficult.  The terrain, weight and time needed to deal with big game
with out road access was nothing but work.  But the opportunity and experience was well worth the efforts.  We often traded our
catches with others, salmon for moose, bear for caribou, etc.  It was all delicious and a very exciting adventure.  

In December of 1981 I chose to not re-enlist and received an Honorable Discharge, along with 2 commendation medals and an
outstanding achievement award.  I had wanted to remain in Alaska but decided to return home.  Unfortunately due to economic
circumstances the Ohio Valley was to soon become a part of the rust belt. With little hope of gainful employement I went back to
school on the GI bill receiving an Associates degree in Metalurgy from Pittsburg.  The time had come to reluctantly move from the
area.    I made the difficult decision for my family to move to Florida to seek employment.  

Between the military, travel, 3 marriages, and 3 children I had no interest nor time and had almost forgotten all about the family
history or the stories my Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles had once told me.  

Many years ago one night while surfing the internet, I had for some unknown reason thought about all of the stories I was told
and about my Uncle Adam Richetti being a ganster and started to recall some of the stories that I had been told. I began to
research his name and the Kansas City Massacre. I stumbled across the FBI web site and WOW! Was I shocked! I had never
been told of the magnitude of his involvement nor that was this one of America's biggest crimes at the time. I began a journey to
find out all I could about the Kansas City Massacre and my Uncle's involvement. Through a course of events and conversations
with my father I was eventually led down many different paths and astonishing discoveries about my family.

One of which had finally laid to rest the reason my Father had been "so called abandoned" at the orphanage in Kansas and filled
a hole in his life that had been there forever. It was an adventure in my life that continues to this day.
11 Oct. 99, News week Magazine on page 8 published a small article with
pictures concerning the lawsuit that was being contemplated. The unnamed
client in the article is myself Fred S. Sustik.
My Grandmother Eva Ricchetti Simpson,
baby sister Lynda, Tracey and Fred,
Christmas 1958, Richmond
Ohio
2008 Ultra
Classic, 6
speed, Sept
08, Needles
Hwy, South
Dakota.
2006 Ultra
Classic, St
Johns River,
Sanford
Florida.
My wife and I and many of our friends and family enjoy the beach and the hidden treasures Florida has to offer. The tourists only
see the amusement parks, but hidden away from all of that are the quiet oasis off the beaten path.  We enjoy riding in the wind  
on my Harley Ultra Classic, enjoying life as it presents it's self.  We have toured South Dakota, Wyoming, Tennessee, North
Carolina, Georgia, and Florida with more destinations on the horizon.  In the near future I am planning  for an 8,000 mile journey
across this country traveling the seldom traveled paths with no time to be no where.   Another adventure of a life time.  
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.  
Should you have any questions or comments feel free to contact me at:
fsustik@hotmail.com
Well you ask, what about me? Well I have continued to write about this very wild and unique story; it has consumed a great deal
of time and effort. I have attempted to capture as much history about my family as possible to pass down to my children, and their
children's children and the many relatives that should happen to stumble across this site.  In May of 09 I discovered the true
ending to Adam's capture and the ensuing man hunt for Charles Floyd outside of Clarkson, Ohio.  The myths that were generate
around the ending are nowhere close to the actual events that day.  In March of 012 I was able to find my father’s family the
“Simpsons” in Kansas and made a call to a long lost cousin in May of 012.  There had been no known contact with my fathers
side of the family for 80+ years up until 2012.  It is ironic that Bud Simpson still lives in the Ft Scott, Kansas area where the
Simpson side of the family has lived for more than 172 years. Bud also developed a web site regarding the Simpson side of the
family.  http://roots.budzilla.com/

Over the years the fascinating story of my family has taken me down many roads and journeys and found new old relatives.  Many
historians have been involved with the story of the Union Station Massacre and promoted their theories based on their beliefs
given their research.  My father and I had met with some of those involved.  Given the verbal history of my family that were closer
than others to those events and those of other families involved, the mound of "circumstantial evidence", and eyewitness
testimony, there is n
o doubt that our Great Uncle Adam was present at Union Station that fateful day.   

I have had several offers from writers who have expressed interest in this whole story, but have continued to pursue this on my
own at this time. I have made many contacts and associates a lot of them very interesting people.

In 2015 after 42 years in workforce which included an 8 year tour in the Air Force much of which was in Alaska on the front lines of
the COLD War chasing Russian bombers away from the coastline, and a 32 year career at Walt Disney World leading several
departments within the Distribution Centers.  Supporting the parks, resorts, 4 cruise ships, special events, in a union
environment proved to be some of the most challenging experiences in warehousing that anyone could imagine.  All of which
would not have been possible  without the help of many great co-workers from all walks of life and country's from around the
world.  It was time for me to turn the page of life and open a new chapter of adventure and challenges.