When I was about 13 years old, I went with my father to go see a man he did concrete work for. His name was Carlo Masi, the owner of Carlo Masi and Son's, a family owned company that sells fresh fruits and vegetables to the area. After a short car ride, I met Mr. Masi for the first time. He is a short, heavy, native Italian man with a thick accent and a loud booming voice. Mr. Masi does not...