Every evening, as darkness falls in Louisville, a big beer sign on top of a building at Fifth and Walnut Streets begins flashing a bright neon-lighted toast: "HERE'S GOOD LUCK TO YOU." One rainy night last week, its intermittent flash disclosed an odd, yet strangely familiar spectacle. A dark-haired youth was edging his way up a fire-escape ladder high on the 19-story Kentucky Hotel. The climber reached the top, took a quick step and balanced erect on a narrow ledge at the roof level—just as a 19-year-old soldier who called himself Louis Turini had balanced on a narrow ledge of...
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