My friend Tony Feliciano, transit worker 1984-2020, and a union man all his life, died a few weeks ago; he had just turned 61. While transit workers were dying this spring, he actually made it out of the 207th St. Overhaul Shop, where he worked virtually his whole career, in May; he put in his papers and retired to his house in Rockland County.
Thirty-six years on the job—a senior man. That was COVID time, so he couldn’t have a retirement party. He told me he was being careful, that he would “suit up” in a mask and googles—Marc, do you remember how we use to suit up in the white suits with the breathing unit to change the paint booth filters?—to go to the grocery store.
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