We all have defining moments from our early years. When I was about 10 years old, I remember my father coming home each day, exhausted from his police officer’s shift in Hazleton, Pennsylvania, and then doing a second job working as a private contractor, doing cement work, asphalt work, carpentry, cleaning services, and whatever people called “headache jobs” they didn’t want to deal with themselves.

My dad’s father (my grandfather) emigrated from the Agrigento region of Sicily, Italy, and instilled values of hard work in all his children. My dad passed those values down to us. My dad made a deal with the Acme manager that we would stack the carts in the back of his bright gold pickup truck.