Louis A. Fojaco Sr., my dad, lived a long and energetic life.  I often recall, after the shop closed for the weekend, he often participated in a neighborhood baseball game, tennis match, card game, dominoes, or Jai alai with a rock hard pelota.  If you were on the loosing team of a family sporting event, be ready for a never ending victory celebration.  Guess that is where I first heard “work hard, play hard”.  No games, there was always the beach, Daytona Beach.  A Long drive up and a longer drive back.   No money for a hotel.  Times were difficult but I seldom listened to complaining.  Story – He always bragged that his curve ball could not be hit.  He was right but, the last pitch he threw to me went through the neighbor’s window.  He went inside and I had to explain that I hit the ball too hard and I would pay for the replacement.  He paid and let me work it off.  After all, I took advantage of an old man.  I now appreciate the significance his lectures during my early years, the need for a positive attitude and work ethic.  Yes dad, I was sort of listening and your words were very helpful with helping me make reasonable early decisions.  I can only hope I made him proud.
Louis Fojaco Jr.