My late father, William F. “Bill” Buckley, was a truck driver. He put in 42 years for a long gone Southie outfit called Coyle Trucking, mostly doing hauls to and from the harbor, and along the way he suffered a dislocated shoulder and had a pallet come crashing down on his right foot. I’m sure there were other work-related injuries that we kids at home never knew about.
Oh, and on weekends he walked over to Yellow Cab on Bay Street in Cambridge and was handed a set of keys by whichever Louie DePalma happened to be running the joint that day.