I left off on my last post with some history of my early recollections that led up to my having the 'fruit truck' and it being one of my happiest times. This is a continuation of the little steps that helped instill in me this love of being independent and doing something that I always considered awesome and so rewarding. I left my 'market' days and moved on to high school and eventually a stint in the Army for 2 years. When I returned I met Ella Mae on a blind date and within the year we were married. At the same time my brother Jimmy had begun his dream of owning the Pool Hall in Liverpool NY, our hometown, and I joined right in. The pool hall also was a great place for food , especially the huge sandwiches which were served on a hunk of Italian bread made every morning from Pappas Bakery which was only about 100 feet from our front door. My Mom made meatballs which accompanied pasta for the Thursday special. This was another building block in my eventual love
My journey and experiences....