You wanna piece of me? YOU WANNA A PIECE OF ME? YOU CAN'T HANDLE ME OR MY MUSCLE!!!
Red Pockets after a particulary busy day keeping the little people in line.
One punch, yup, that's right.
You didn't know that Scotty was really Scotchevsko of the Russian branch of the Bech's.

Unknown to many, Mr. Bech was quite the ladies man at an early age.
These lads didn't have a clue what tough looked like until they met Mr. Bech
When Mr. Bech wanted a drink, Gary Red Pockets and Jeffrey One Punch jumped to his demands.
Jeffrey One Punch was a master of disguise. He was never picked out of a line up which is rare in his line of work.

Mr. Bech was prepared to take care of business if things got rough.
Here he is getting ready to demonstrate the "Side Approach Bull Throw" move.
Mr. Bech was always alert for trouble...or opportunity.
Mr. Bech checking on the ear quality for his dog chew toy business.

Young Mr. Bech

Mr. Bech was put to work at a young age in Northern New Jersey. Wayne, to be precise.
Mr. Bech's evil nemesis. The memory of him haunts Mr. Bech to today.
Mr. Bech and his 3 "made men" (this is North Jersey in the 60's after all), "Gary Red Pockets", "Jeffrey One Punch", and "Scotty the Boot"
Mr. Bech's followers build statues in tribute to Mr.Bech each Winter. Was it out of fear or respect?

Welcome

Welcome to Mr. Bech's great adventure.

This is where I am posting some photos from across the decades as well as some thoughts from time to time.