My Dad went to school with "Jimmy Conway" and was friend's with his sister. As we share his real last name - my Dad was always thought to be related.
Years later, my Dad was partners with my Uncle in a bar in Queens in the '70s and the story goes it was one of very few places where we actually owned the jukebox. Even the bad guys thought we were related!
In my present neighbor hood we had a big FBI operation not long ago. The poor old guy they took down was a numbers runner, lived with his Mom and drove a 20 year old car. Not the "Don" you would think they be after..