My car needed some attention a few weeks ago – apparently, a sticky gas pedal isn’t ideal for incident-free driving.
Anyway, my dad is a union ironworker on the job at the Meadowlands which happens to be right down the road from the dealership. My brother and I went on a spontaneous covert mission to check out the demolition of Giants Stadium.
What I learned: harnesses are tricky, burly men have girly nicknames, and flip flops are not appropriate footwear in such environments.
