I grew up in San Pedro. My Dad was a fisherman. It was hard to make a living on the sea. He worked hard and would stay out    1   £¬coughed all the way with loud noise and heavy smoke. As he would drive, I would fall down into the seat, hoping to    4    .  he caught enough to feed the family. Not just enough for our family, but also for his Mom and Dad. When the weather was bad, he would    2    me to school. He had this old truck that he used in his fishing business. Older than it was, that truck, out of    3