VINCENT L. GIULIANI

My Dad by Rick Giuliani
My first memory of my Dad was when I was 4 years old. He had taken me to a construction site to do carpentry work. We agreed that I could walk around the Dump Truck as long as I had one hand touching it. About an hour later when he returned I showed him a handful of nails I had found. I still remember the concerned look on his face as I explained, that I had pulled them from the tires with a pair of pliers I had found under the seat.
What followed was...