This once-thriving market was once a place where the common-folk could rub shoulders with the privileged, or as I like to call them--the mafia. You could strike up a conversation with Machine Gun Jack while waiting on your cold cuts. For a lot of people, it was the closest they'd ever get to celebrity. Unfortunately, it also got them close to one of the worst gang shootouts in Chicago history. Thirty-two people checked out that day and the only coupons used were toe-tags.