Three Life Lessons From A Man Who Hated Life
Lesson 1: Nobody’s going to like you if you don’t hold the door for them.
My grandfather was a complicated man.
Born in Chicago in 1923, his formative years were among the most turbulent in American history. Upon graduating from high school, he followed in the footsteps of millions of American men and enlisted in the military. The Navy specifically — stationed on a swelteringly hot island off the coast of New Zealand.
Though away from the wars European epicenter, his troupe endured countless waves of airstrikes from Japanese bombers. The only thing keeping him sane was the thought of one day returning home to his new wife, my grandmother, whom he married shortly before deploying.
Following his return to American soil, he and my grandmother had a couple of kids before relocating to Milwaukee where they had their third and final child, my father, in 1959. Together, they bought and ran a tile store in Milwaukee, a job he hated, to support their family. Meanwhile, his younger brother Shecky Greene was thriving in Las Vegas, well on his way to becoming one of the greatest comedians of his time (though to ask anyone who knew them both, my grandfather was much funnier).
