I mentioned it because my neighbor, born and raised in Puna, knew a pipefitter who moved here from Chicago. Turns out he was my dad's old friend (didn't know till my brother told me). These coincidences are uncanny.
My dad and uncles were all dyed-in-the-wool union guys. (Joe, Neil, Ed and Roger Sullivan of "Sullivan Heating") Their claim to fame was service 24/7--this is the late 50s and through the 60s. If your heater broke at 2 am, they'd come and fix it. They loved doing "service calls".
They were all shaped by the Depression, unable to say "no" to work. Asbestos exposure eventually did in 3 of them.
Still remember my dad pulling me out of school to march in the St. Patty's Day parade in Chicago with the union fitters. Ah the memories!