When my grandmother was older, she would tell me some crazy family story and then always end it with these …
Well, Saturday made four years since I got the dreaded phone call from my father’s wife saying, “Annie, your Daddy is dead.”
He drank a lot of beer…I mean, a lot! He smoked up to 3 packs of cigarettes a day. He tried smoking pot. He was hot headed and impulsive. He laughed til he started to squeal and cough. He liked fast cars, had a bunch of different cars over the years and was pretty much an expert in antique ones.
…he was hired as a merchant seaman by the Southern Transportation Company, out of Philadelphia. He then traveled extensively on an ore barge up and down the eastern seaboard.