When my father, Al Romano, was discharged from the navy, he worked for South Shore Beverage in Seaford, where he grew up after leaving the Bronx as a young boy. After that, he worked for Wantagh Drug Sundry, which was owned by his father's best friend. The pharmacist, named Marty, from the old shopping center in which he worked, had told my father that liquor licences were open. My father and Marty decided to apply for a license and became partners in a liquor store. Marty was a silent partner and my father ran the business.