My dad worked two jobs also. Foreman on Atlantic City Expressway. One of the seasonal jobs that us kids liked that he had was when he worked at a cookie factory.
The only job I remember him quitting was when he became dog catcher. They told him he would have to put down a dog. He quit and brought the dog home to us. His name was PUPS, and he lived a long and happy life.
The dreams of my father are not that are not Our Father’s Dreams.