Football junkie that I am, I had to watch the NFL Draft, once again, Thursday night, round one, like it was a Sunday afternoon and Big Blue is ready lock horns with the hated Eagles.
Nope, just a regular old Thursday watching young men become millionaires. Good for them.
Amazing the drafts that the professional leagues have. You stink, so you get to pick first, putting all your faith, and your lively hood in the hands of a 20 something year old.
Thursday was also bring your child to work day. Right! This wasn't a novelty thing to do for us, this was a way of life. Our boys grew up going to work at Perfect Limo. I remember our youngest at 3 or 4 would ride his tricycle around the building. HQ, the Octagon House, after all the crappy interior walls were removed, became a regular Daytona racetrack. Around and around and around he would go. When he got older and knew how to answer a phone and say, "hello, Perfect Limo", the tricycle got parked in the closet.
Yes, if you were inside the eight walls (octagon) of the business and a phone rang, it had to be answered. We didn't care if you were a dispatcher, chauffeur, the mailman or the bosses kid. That phone had to picked up before two rings!
Phones ringing reminded me of the early years of the business. Not sure what year we were finally ready to go on a vacation, but it wasn't easy to walk away. We left the business with a teenager, who was still in high school! Desperate to get away? What do think?
Anyway, at the time we were dealing with a company in Los Angeles and they would wait until after 5 PM their time to call us to give us rides. Calculate that folks! 8 PM Eastern Standard Time.
So, Doris and I head to Miami for a weekend getaway. While in South Beach, we find a Cuban restaurant that someone recommended. Unfortunately, they only had one table available The owners table. What's the problem we wondered? The restaurants phone was on the table, it was for the big boss man. Oh, they had a second one at the front desk, but this was the old Ma Bell rotary phone. Ring, ring.
I'm hungry, let's do it. Yes, the phone rang, but the beauty was, we didn't have to pick it up by the second ring.
For those young men drafted by the Giants and Jets in the NFL Draft, Travel and Leisure had this story:
According to a new study by DuelBits, New Jersey is one of the best states in the U.S. to see the American dream in action—and to work to achieve it for yourself.
Live the dream.
Be safe.
John A Sutich
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