Cue up the picture of the guy stroking his chin and saying "Reaaaally....?"
I was only about 9 years old. My father, who was a great carpenter by the way, even with one testicle, was hired by Mayor D’Alesandro to work on his home in Baltimore’s Little Italy. Right around the corner from that mighty statue Nancy’s father had erected but moving on....
My father used to take me and my brother with him sometimes to help. Hey, we were children of a carpenter. We could hammer, pick up trash, hold wood being cut, fetch needed tools. Nancy is ten years old than me so I think she was around 18 or so....ready to graduate high school.
I only saw her once or twice, always when Nancy’s mother told her no to some request and she would go ask her father to try and get him to give an okay.
Sometimes the ice cream truck would come down Little Italy’s streets and Mayor D’Alesandro, he was a nice guy and don’t forget my Dad was the shop steward of Baltimore’s carpenter union, local 101. Me and my brother desperately wanted an ice cream so the Mayor would reach in his pocket and dig out a couple of quarters so we could run outside, catch the ice cream truck, and buy an ice cream.
Sometimes Nancy would go out with us and buy an ice cream too, proof that the woman really does like ice cream.
Fond memories or a rather unique childhood.