Fontana has always been a bizarre place.
I grew up in Fontana and my Dad worked at the steel mill. I remember going through some difficult times when it shut down. I remember going out to the mill with my Dad to get his paycheck on Friday's and then cashing it a the Keystone. We would go to the 4 marks bar where he would have one beer and I would have a basket of french fries and a Coke. Kids could sit at the bar back then and it was no big deal. I was only five in 1977 but I remember it like yesterday. I had fun and looked forward to
going with my Dad on Friday's because we would go grocery shopping at Fed-Mart or Alpha-Beta on Randall. Good ole Jolly Farms and Jones's Pet Shop.
It was a rough and tumble town built on the Steel Mill and FOHI Football. Crazy how things change.
Yes Al Capone's House is still standing with it's famous "C" on the chimney located on the south side of the house. Al Capone tried to replicate his home in Cicero a suburb of Chicago where ever he lived. He had homes in several places and he did the same thing in Florida. He was banned from Los Angeles and was not allowed in the state. The authorities did not want him here and tried to keep him out. He had rackets everywhere that included brothels, bars, and or speak-easies with boot legging operations. I imagine he had a lot to do with Muscoy also. That place was a bootleggers paradise with underground tunnels everywhere. What better place to have a hide out, in Fontana.
The "KKK" house is just down the street West of Capone's house. George Pepper lived there and moved on to Fallbrook with ties to John Metzger.
I have a lot of stories just like anyone else that grew up in the Meth infested city "Felony Flats" was the unofficial name it was given by the street urchins and parasites.
The dynamics of Fontana have forever changed and will never be the same, but I will say that I am proud to have been born and raised there. The place was crazy but the people were great and didn't take no shit. It was the epitome of a blue collar hard working town. No matter where you went out of state someone always knew someone from that crazy town.
Anyways, there is so much to say about Fontana I could write a sequence of books on that place. Some good, some bad, but I cannot change where I am from good ole Fontana.