My dad made a very good living as a charter bus driver most of his life, part time when he was a fireman, then full time when he retired. I loved his stories...how he would elude the NYPD's wrath for parking near the ferry dock for the Statue of Liberty by acting like a bumpkin from the hills or talking a Trailways driver into winding up one of their new Eagles to 120 mph when dad realized it was only them on the bus.
By no means perfect, he was my dad...gone now for 6 years last February.
Honour thy father and mother; (which is the first commandment with promise;) That it may be well with thee, and thou mayest live long on the earth.
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