My dad was the postmaster of Phoenix, but his first job, he was a bricklayer. So when we say, we’ll see you later, he’s like, “Yeah, that’s what my dad said and then I never saw him again.” That was my dad — sarcastic, and kind of a smart ass. My dad was, like, “I could do that.” So he took the test and then he became a mail handler in the night shift, processing mail. 