In the beginning G-D made… oops wrong story but just like the creation of the world a business has to start from some intelligence source or at least has to bought from a wise source. My father started out working in various businesses climbing his way up the ladder from the mean streets of Brooklyn. He worked his way from making boxes for his Uncle all the way to opening his own Children Clothing Business. Business was great and he even met a lovely lady along the way my mother but other loved one’s weren’t so dear. When his partner (my Uncle) decided to invest the profits and other monies into the ponies my father knew the time for Children’s clothing was gone. If my father had stayed in the clothing business then it would have skipped my generation because my taste of fashion is from his generation or so.
My father was stuck with two children in the house and no where to go he decided to try his hand in the contracting business. Working 7 days a week he pulled himself to become a successful contractor yet the city wasn’t kind to his type. For the color of his skin wasn’t dark enough for him to get the contracts he earned and although his work was outstanding and at a great price they sold him down that ladder. About this time and old man decided it was time to get out of the building material business and my father had the good sense to know it was his time to jump in. He worked tirelessly at this store with the help of his associates in the contracting business.
At this time I was only in my early teens and spent time at the Yard mainly to be with the Old man and have a great Egg Creme (with real Fox Syrup) at the local store. Although I tried to help I think I spent more time making Kites (that didn’t fly) out of the dowels at the store. This was also a time when the sticks and stones of school bullies lead to feelings of insecurity and also a feeling that I would one day proof something to them and the world as a whole.