this is something that i am going to remember for the rest of my life...
Just Sitting visiting with my papa...
Visiting and listening to some of the stories about how one summer he was approached to join the mafia.... nothing like the movies... they wanted him to clean small amounts of money for protection and a cash bonus every once and a while. He declined of course. he didn't want anything to do with that and he knew the rules. Once you are in you are in for life.
He knew a few people that were involved with the mafia apparently... One friend he was really close to... ended up buying out some businesses and whatnot with some help of the mafia... This of course was way back... He later met up with the friend at a funeral later in life and was sorta shocked to find him carrying but he realized it made sense. He didnt want to have to live like that... So he tried to stay clear of that.
I will always remember these stories...
i shouldnt really say i will always remember the stories but i will always remember the little times that i have had with my papa...
The first time cigar i ever smoked.
The first beer I ever had... (if you know me : beer is not my thing)
Was all with my papa sitting and talking by the river fishing in the summer watching the sun slowly go down. Swatting the flies that bit. Going to Edelwieses (The Local Pub) to just relax before we went back. Me with my coke and my papa with his beer talking to the bar tender. Seeing who comes in and there and always having some story to tell about a fun time in the early days. Sometimes he would give me a few quarters to play pinball or i would play a game of pool with someone that was cool with a kid in a bar. (mind you it was is a small town, everyone knew everyone)
Smelling the smell of wood in his garage as the table saw cut a piece of wood that would be turned into a nice box or some other form of nice woodwork.
I will always remember these...
He is a good man.
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