STORIES MY DAD TOLD ME

My dad had five brothers. I get the impression that Harold was the real 'bad boy' of the family.


Harold would take a cab to their home up on Mount Adams late at night after partying in downtown Cincinnati . When they got near his house, he directed the cab driver to stop and wait outside a tavern so that he could go in and got some money from his friend. He would go in and proceed to go directly out the back door and run home. Dad thinks he pulled this on almost every cabbie in Cincinnati. He only got caught and beaten to a pulp once or twice.