Roger that, Buckeye.
We appear to have grown up the same.
My folks were WWII generation tough-as-nails Depression kids from North Philly.
Dad was Airborne; his brother were Pacific vets.
Tough house to grow up in, but I thank whatever God there is every day that they raised me the way they did.
Grew up in Pittsburgh which was very blue collar at the time. Grandfather was a pharmacist who owned his own store. Worked 70+ hour weeks. Had a heart attack and died when my dad was 13. Grandmother had a stroke and died soon afterwards. My dad came up hard.
Many of us are thankful that we were raised by parents who were of the “Greatest Generation”. ( father-US Navy Pacific Theater 4 yrs, mother-stateside trauma nurse, and at 97 still thinks she is) I just pray I have instilled the values in my son they beat into my head and I thank them for it.