“My mother and father were married in 1948. They lived up in xxx and they had a wonderful apartment. My dad had a job as being a truck driver. It was a bread truck. Bread, you know, bread and donuts like that, but mostly bread. His first route, you know, he had to go all the way from Greenport all the way up into the Bronx where they picked up all the bread and the trucks were there and his route was all around the Bronx. He met a lot of Latino folks, people from Jamaica and they call the bread pain de vie, bread of life. My father said, “Oh, that’s interesting.” And you are talking with the Jamaican people... “Yeah, this is the real bread man, this is the real bread! This is very important!” So my father, even though he’s a decorated World War II vet, yet very familiar, this wasn’t just a job but a vocation. He’s meeting with different people from different backgrounds, but they still have this desire for the bread. They made it delivery and he made sure the bread was never stale. And if it was stale, he would give it up to the homeless people, whoever. And then, you know, years later, when he became a shop steward, he was allowed to do delivery overin Brooklyn. It was in Borough Park, which is mostly an orthodox Jewish neighborhood. And you know, he got very friendly with the rabbis and the Jewish owners of the stores around there. They call, “Hey, xxx, he’s bringing manna from heaven, bread from heaven!” They all were joking around there. They had this great relationship with all the different ethnicities of New York, makes it such a great rich city.”