Part 21 (2/2)

Honor Thy Father Gay Talese 30760K 2022-07-22

”Yes, she has.”

”Where were you born, Mr. Notaro?”

”New York City.”

”Where in New York City?”

”The Lower East Side.”

”And where did you go to school in New York City?”

”P.S. 114 on the East Side.”

”How far did you get in school?”

”Eighth grade.”

”What did you do when you left school?”

”I went to work for my father.”

”What kind of work did he do?”

”Wholesale and retail produce.”

”How long did you work for your father?”

”About three, four years.”

”Did you then do something else?”

”Yes.”

Walter Phillips, who had been displaying signs of impatience for several seconds, finally stood and said, ”Your Honor, I am going to object at this time. I think we ought to get to the point here rather than going through the entire life...”

”Overruled,” Judge Mansfield said. ”This is just background.”

Sandler continued, ”What did you then do?”

”I bought a truck off my father.”

”How much did you pay for it?”

”One hundred dollars.”

”Thereafter, were you in the trucking business for a number of years?”

”Yes, I was.”

”How long?”

”Thirty-seven years.”

”And is that your own business?”

”That's right, yes.”

”And what did you do yourself in connection with your business?”

”I drove a truck.”

”Did there come a time when you had more than one truck?”

”Yes, there was.”

”What was the most you ever had?”

”Six.”

”And do you recall about when you had six trucks?”

”Oh, around 1950, '51.”

”Did there come a time when your business began to recede, contract?”

”Yes.”

”Do you understand that?”

”Yes.”

”About when was that?”

”Oh, about '60, '61. The year of '60 or '61.”

”Did there come a time when the business was reduced to two trucks?”

”Yes, there was.”

”Do you recall when that was?”

”That's around '62, the year of '62.”

”And thereafter, did it require less of your time?”

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