I grew up a plumber's son in Philadelphia.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I grew up in Philadelphia.
I used to tell people my father was a plumber, because that would mean we had a normal life.
I am a plumber. Just a plumber.
I was from a poor Jewish family in the South Bronx. My father was a plumber, but when I was 16, he got sick and I had to take over. Being a plumber in the South Bronx wasn't fun.
I wanted to be a plumber.
One of the best sleight-of-hand guys I know is a plumber.
I'm proud to be from Philadelphia.
I grew up in a very racially integrated place called Pottstown. It was an agricultural / industrial town which has since become a suburb of Philadelphia. I grew up basically in a black neighborhood.
My mom was a waitress, and my dad was a plumber who worked for the City of San Clemente fixing mains breaks, so not too glamorous.
My father's family came from Virginia and Philadelphia. He wasn't a brother who talked a lot. He was a workingman, a quiet, blue-collar dude.
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