The Final Goodbye-A Legacy
When I was about 5 or 6 years old we moved to a new house. The two houses were literally just a few blocks apart. This was not the first time we had moved, but it was certainly the most memorable of all the moves because of the swing set. My dad had a dilemma. And if you ever put up a swing set you know the dilemma I am speaking of…how do you move this thing and put it back up again as simply as possible? I don’t know how long he contemplated a solution but he settled on the simplest one. Don’t disassemble it. At this stage my father owned a pub and managed a club, so he knew that he had a resource! His bar flies! He rounded up four of them and promised them a pitcher of beer and a hot meal if they helped him move this swing set. Imagine the face of those living along those few blocks as four bar flies were walking down the street together, each carrying one leg of this massive metal swing set. By the time they arrived at our new house they had a police esc