I apologize for the home movie, guys. But this means a lot to me.
My parents moved out of New York City in 2007, and it’s very rare that they come down from upstate to visit me especially since my father has a hard time walking. We saw the tree in Rockefeller Center, but before going there my father has always wanted to take me to the spot where my grandfather worked back in the 1950s-1970s. A restaurant called The Red Devil that is no longer there. It’s a very different area now, but walking through it I felt a good feeling. Like my beloved Poppa was with me somehow.
My grandfather came to America in 1939 to work at the World’s Fair in Queens, and after a short stint in an Internment Camp in Missoula Montana came back to Queens and waited tables at this restaurant (not to mention learning how to cook amazing food). Working there he provided for his family: my father and aunt, and by doing so made it possible for me to come into existence.
This video is purely an indulgence and it’s not monetized. But if you will allow me a moment of sentimentality, I wanted to share this candid moment with you all, if anything for posterity’s sake.