At another talk in Bufalino country a man came up to me and said, “When I was young I was a wild kid. Russell came to my father’s furniture store and said: ‘Everyone likes to shop in your store, but your son is acting wild. If you can’t control him, nobody’s going to want to shop here anymore.’ My father sat on me all through high school. I was never out of his sight until I matured, and now I have my own business.” “What business is that?” I asked. “I own my own funeral parlor.”
