I sat in front seat with my father & listened to Trump try to impress me-at the expense of my father [View all]

[kpete]

When I was a little boy, my father had a car service. It was a side job. My father had lots of jobs, in addition to his day to day, blue collar one. This was how he paid off our house in ten years. It's how he ensured my mother was set up for life, after his death. My father hustled and paid his bills on time and took care of his family. He was not flashy. A flannel shirt kind of guy. On the weekends, he drove people to the airports from Westchester, or ferried wealthy people from the city to parties at estates and country houses and back to the city, again. On Saturdays, I would ride along, because my mom worked, too.One day, we picked up Donald Trump. He was young, then. I can't recall from where Trump was fetched.

I sat in the front seat with my father and listened to Trump try to impress me, at the expense of my father. Donald compared himself to my father in less than subtle terms, telling me ( a very little boy who thought the world of my Dad ) that if I was tough enough I could be rich too. If I was successful like Donald, the braggart mused, I wouldn't have to drive a car but could be driven.

I remember, even as a little boy, wondering why this rich guy was trying to impress me. It was my father's stoicism that impressed me most. After letting off the man with the white belt and matching shoes, we stopped for hot dogs. Parked on the street, beside the cart, we ate our dirty water dogs and listened to 1010 WINS. The contrast was clear.

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