come and watch my father work. the old man never spoke, said hello, or gave any greeting. he would just watch my dad remove the old brick and relay the brick with new mortar mixed with crushed oyster shells to mimic the look of the historic mortar.
dad used to love telling the story of how he had to take down a section of wall and a gold coin popped out of the wall. the old man, who never said a word and rarely moved except to watch my father work sprung to life and snatched the coin. the old man took off running like a lottery ticket winner. my dad 