We weren't rich, but I always made sure my Frankie and his brothers had food in their bellies. Frankie was such a happy little boy. Always tinkering. How many times I was cleaning up after him. Always taking things apart. Like I wasn't busy enough cleaning other people's houses every day.
By the time Frankie was 12, he was getting so good at getting our old things to work again. Anytime our family or neighbors needed something fixed, I always had Frankie fix it. Frankie could fix anything.
Except his grades. When Frankie dropped out of high school, I didn't want him left for dead, so I got him a job with my brother Micky, fixing air conditioners in Tucson.
I'm so proud of my Frankie. He even got me an air conditioner. It wasn't new, but it works so good. We never had air conditioning when Frankie was growing up. He's such a good boy.
Now he tells me he's going to go out on his own and start an air conditioning repair business. If you need your air conditioning fixed, you call my Frankie. He's an honest, hard-working boy. He always took such good care of me and our loved ones.


