In my last post I alluded to the 'fruit truck'. Well here is some history leading up to that 'adventure' My Dad and all of his 6 brothers at one time or another worked @ the Regional Market in Syracuse. So it was almost a given that I would find one of my first jobs there. Unloading the watermelon and other produce trucks that came in daily from many southern states was what I did. It's 5 am, still dark and you would open the rear doors of a trailer and be faced with rolls of melons neatly stacked between straw. It was a little intimidating for a kid of 14 and let me add, I worked for my Uncle Tony who was a very tough no nonsense guy. Some of the drivers of these 'rigs' were my first encounters with men who spoke a very different English than me and some were even a different color! This actually began my love affair for the workings of this fast paced, quirky city within a city filled with a an amazing array of 'characters' such as 'Jim
My journey and experiences....