One of the jobs my great grandfather had was in spite of government. He worked for the Purple gang during prohibition.
My other great grandfather started as a surveyor for a company hanging the first long distance phone and power lines across Michigan’s upper peninsula. When he reached the end of the line he went back to where he started and went to work as a lineman. Lineman / electrician is what he did for the rest of his life.
This is said by a know-it-all narscissist who never even set foot inside a lemonade stand.
:: He worked for the Purple gang during prohibition. ::
Albion branch? They had a warehouse down by the Kzoo river behind downtown. My neighbor, masoner by trade, bought it from them after the repeal.
The last known member resided above the downtown area while I was growing up in the 70s. I’d always see him walking downtown, headed for the Colonial Cafe. Dangling a cigarette and wearing the signature black fedora with the purple band. He passed on about 20 years ago, IIRC.