The Greatest Love Story I ever witnessed was right there in Brighton Heights, Northside Pittsburgh. My dad was in love with his family. He would always have a full-time day job and he staid working night jobs, real crap jobs those nighttime gigs. He was a security guard down the river for a while and when he flashed his flashlight, he'd see those big Pittsburgh River Rats big as cats and they'd separate so he could step through them. He ran a drive-in movie theater for years ...where he was manager I don't think a northsider ever paid to get into a movie. There he was selling popcorn, doing books even helping to break up fights. He cleaned offices, shops, garages. He even worked at a fast food place called Winkys. He did all this so my mom didn't have to work she was sick a lot. He'd call her during the day, "I love you my Kay," he would say. And after his calls she was always less sick and would sing hymns. He'd have dinner with us before the night work and he'd listen to his kids talk about school and life and he'd take it serious. After dinners until we got older he always cleaned the dishes and what not so my mom didn't have to do it. He'd call her at night and check on us to make sure we weren't disrespecting her or the house, and on the weekends when he had daytime off those were all about his time with her and us. They would grocery shop, we'd go to church, we'd watch tv. When she was dying he worked around her times awake every spare minute by her bedside cleaning her and tending to her every need. This guy was head over heels never took his wedding ring off and never stopped loving his family or his wife.