Another part of my childhood going away. My grandfather worked on the docks his whole life, starting out unloading ship, and working his way up to running a freight forwarding business. As a kid, I'd go with him to go on the ships all over lower Manhattan and Brooklyn. Sometimes we'd stop at Fulton so he could talk to some of the guys he knew there, maybe buy some fish for dinner later. Hearing some of those guys talk was quite the education for a kid!
