My father worked for a large European automobile manufacturer for most of my childhood. His job was to organize the unloading and distribution of cars to dealers all over the US. The ships arrived at eastern seaboard ports and from there the cars were unloaded onto trains and trucks. At times, he had to show up in Wilmington, Delaware when there was a Teamster strike. My mother would wonder, “Who knows if your father is going to make it home tonight?” The Mob and Hoffa…
