This goes back to my father. During the summer, in high school, couple of summers, I painted houses with him. I was the only one with six kids that did it, they never worked with him, but we would go and paint houses from like eight in the morning, ’till two in the afternoon. We’d clean up and we’d go home. He would take a bath, put on his uniform, drive a streetcar, crisp blue shirt and necktie and jacket, and he would go drive a streetcar from four in the afternoon till midnight. He did the four-to-twelve. And then he’d come back, he’d come home, one o’clock in the morning, sleep for five or six hours, get up and do it all over again. I remember him early on telling me while painting.
