Father's Day Blog

Happy Father's Day!
In Greek Mythology, a myth can either be true or not. Keep that in mind.
This is a spontaneous recollection of stories about my dad, Bernard L. Rocheleau. If alive today, would be really old. 100 yrs. matter of fact.
Son of a Windsor furniture store owner, Bernie would go on to be the Patriarch of an ever expanding family, that he deeply cherished. Although you would never hear that from him! This role was his favorite.
In his youth he used to hang around Briggs Stadium, and play with the kids of Tiger players; where he would get in the park for free, and see Ty Cobb, Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, and many others. Claimed to have met Ty Cobb.
Bernie and friends used to hop freight trains, to visit other states. I'm sure his life long love of travel started there.
He was an absolute great pool player. The apple left the orchard on this one. Making money hustling unsuspecting gents, even sleeping in a pool hall, was his way of dealing with a bad economy, (you know, "The Great Depression").
Bernie hung around with some members of a notorious mob, called The Detroit Purple Gang. Him and I were in Vegas, and he wanted to look up an old mobster pal, who was staying in a Las Vegas casino/hotel. My dad called up to his room. The guy wouldn't see him. Probably thought Bernie was a hit-man there to finish him off!
Dad was a long time Teamster. When Someone spoke unkindly about Jimmy Hoffa, he would defend him, by saying, "Sure Jimmy stole, but he would always leave some for the boys".
My dad did not care for new technology. I don't mean computers, internet, Facebook, Twitter. All before his time. No, I'm talking calculators!! "You can hit a wrong button". He was a wiz at adding up rows and columns of numbers.
Oh well, hope you enjoyed this, because, "It's noon somewhere!"