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.