a rocket ship. “Hello, nice looking! Boy if I wasn’t married …”
“Hey chief, you hear the one about Speedy Gonzalez?”
Mama was round and cheerful and made Astoria’s best spanakopita,
a traditional spinach and feta cheese pie that melted
in your mouth. She was also a promotional wizard. There was
a neon sign in the window: GOOD FOOD. When it lost some
letters, Mama had a brainwave.
“Nicky, come stand beneath the sign. I’m going to take
your picture.”
“Now give me a big smile.”
The GOO F photo made Dad “King of Astoria” and the
Humpty Dumpty a local landmark. Soon the walls were covered
with celebrity photographs. Dad mixing it up with Muhammad
Ali. Mama shaking her finger at Marv Albert.
My brother Harry and I helped out as kids. We took customer
orders, delivered sandwiches, and worked the cash register. It
was fun, but our folks wanted a better life for us. Education
was sacred.
So I became an engineer, and Harry went into pharmaceuticals.
I envy my brother: He gets big bonuses and fat expense
accounts—because the industry charges eighty bucks for a little
pill. He also has a nice wife, whereas my personal life is a train
wreck.
I’m manager of a failing auto plant, which is part of Taylor
Motors. The company as a whole is also struggling. Our
founder, Alfred Taylor, was an acolyte of Henry Ford and
helped invent the auto industry. I love going to our head office
in Motown and seeing our logo on building after building.
I love the Product Design Center and the test track. I love the
Automotive Hall of Fame and the old Taylor farm, now turned
into a museum.
The 20th century was our century, we used to say. Would we
say the same thing about the 21st century?
a rocket ship. “Hello, nice looking! Boy if I wasn’t married …”“Hey chief, you hear the one about Speedy Gonzalez?”Mama was round and cheerful and made Astoria’s best spanakopita,a traditional spinach and feta cheese pie that meltedin your mouth. She was also a promotional wizard. There wasa neon sign in the window: GOOD FOOD. When it lost someletters, Mama had a brainwave.“Nicky, come stand beneath the sign. I’m going to takeyour picture.”“Now give me a big smile.”The GOO F photo made Dad “King of Astoria” and theHumpty Dumpty a local landmark. Soon the walls were coveredwith celebrity photographs. Dad mixing it up with MuhammadAli. Mama shaking her finger at Marv Albert.My brother Harry and I helped out as kids. We took customerorders, delivered sandwiches, and worked the cash register. Itwas fun, but our folks wanted a better life for us. Educationwas sacred.So I became an engineer, and Harry went into pharmaceuticals.I envy my brother: He gets big bonuses and fat expenseaccounts—because the industry charges eighty bucks for a littlepill. He also has a nice wife, whereas my personal life is a trainwreck.I’m manager of a failing auto plant, which is part of TaylorMotors. The company as a whole is also struggling. Ourfounder, Alfred Taylor, was an acolyte of Henry Ford andhelped invent the auto industry. I love going to our head officein Motown and seeing our logo on building after building.ฉันรักศูนย์ออกแบบผลิตภัณฑ์และติดตามการทดสอบ รักการตอนนี้เปิดฮอลล์ยานยนต์ชื่อเสียงและฟาร์ม Taylor เก่าเป็นพิพิธภัณฑ์ศตวรรษ 20 เป็นศตวรรษของเรา เราใช้ว่า จะเราพูดเหมือนเกี่ยวกับศตวรรษ
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