 My dad was miserable working there, so was his brother. His mom, my grandma Frida, got out of the store, went to college, taught Latin in junior high school, but then got dragged back into the family business against her will like Michael Corleone when her dad Isidore got sick. I visited 1119 Baird, I don't know, maybe half a dozen times in my life. A dozen times. Usually it would happen when my Uncle Lenny came to town.