I went to the Senior Center today and spoke with an Italian cement man from South Philly, “brick point man” I think he said.  Showed me how he finished the slather. The Irish boss told him to work faster or he’d throw him off the boards, but my Rudy was quick and nimble with a spat.

The Italian had on a gold crucifix emblazoned with the delicate figurine of Jesus Christ against a black turtleneck on a fine gold chain.

He lost his London wife, quit drinking and smoking all in 1950 Philly.

Union man he was.  Damn Irish priest with the make on his wife.  He reported the scaffolding incident with his Irish boss and he was transferred to another job.

Italian’s first wife left with the Steward.  He told her he’d leave her once she aged a few years.  She didn’t listen and left with him anyway.  Steward…