Memorieeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssss in the cobwebs of my miiiiiiiiiind.
Teacher Linda (whom I work for) is now teaching history. She showed a movie called "F.I.S.T" Stallon was in it. It was a movie about a dock worker climbing the corporate ladder to become the leader of the union. At the end of the movie, he gets killed by the mob and you see a bumper sticker on a truck saying "where's Johnny?".
It made me flash back to the "where's Jimmy" bumperstickers. Jimmy as in Jimmy Hoffa. I remember the big hoopla about his disapearance. I asked my mom about him and she said "He was a very nice man. Very polite and tipped big". At the time, my mother was a cocktail waitress in Detroit. She had a big clientele and he was among them.
This memory also made me flash back to when my Irish gran died. She was a hard and bitter woman. A drunk, a mean drunk to my mom. She never laid a hand on me or said an unkind word. But to my poor mom, well.........we just won't go in to that.
Any way. Irish gran was dating a loser just before her death. He tried smacking Irish gran around until my mother found out. She had some one come and "teach him a lesson". He never laid a hand on Irish gran again. Irish gran died young. She died of cancer of the mouth, throat and lungs. This was back in the 70's. Any way, she left a big sum of money to this loser Jack, he promised to put it to my Evil Auntie's collage fund. Of course he did not. He took the money and skipped out here to Calif. I pressed my mom for details and all she would tell me was "she had it taken care of".
I have a feeling Jack took a swim with the fishes.
