I stand corrected

So, my dad read my blog. “Sal, you got it wrong” he said.

Oh well, let’s try this again. My grandfather and his brother Frank where not mostly contractors. They were mostly plumbers. In fact grandpa Mike was also a dock boss, owned a bar on Fourth Avenue and seemed to do pretty much whatever it took to squeak out a living. One should remember Brooklyn was a different place back then. They had to work quite hard to get by. At least that’s what my father says but he also claims to have had to walk up hill to and from school as a kid.

The contracting thing was really something that happened after they bought the business from Mr. Curry. Let’s get back to Mr. Curry for a moment. He was a plumber but he was also a roofer and a tinsmith (Oh the days when men were men). Apparently Mr. Curry was the kind of person that was always on time for work. I mean you could set your watch by this guy. One day Mr. Curry was late for work. My Grandfather turned to my father and said he must have died. Mr. Curry had passed. He wasn’t on time for work that day but I bet he was the first guy on line at the pearly gates.