Fitz hired me in 1956, and was always good to work for. He payed well, had his own rules which we had to live by, but hell, it was his store, and we did what he wanted us to do.
I really liked him. I quite, went back to Ohio for a while, got homesick, called him up and he told me I had a job as soon as I got back.
Nothing but GOOD memories of those days.
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