Growing up in the fifties. My friend Eric was a bit crazy, nowadays we'd call it autistic. One of his jobs was driving Todesca's chain drive Sterling dump truck. Occasionally we'd take it joy riding through the narrow, winding streets of Boston. Thank God we didn't kill anyone. Just 7 years prior at age 11 Nooky was driving the truck loaded with sand down the hill of Washington Street and I did a u-turn in front of him on my bike. I can still remember the expression of horror on his face.