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Repurp Episode 49 My 1957 Quincy Market Wildcat Strike

Rod Murphy

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Repurp Episode 49 My 1957 Quincy Market Wildcat Strike.

When I was 17 and working as a driver salesman for a Quincy Market meat packer, I was surpised by a wildcat strike by the sausage makers. I had begun to load my truck with my previously ordered 10 pound boxes of frankfurters. After I had loaded my truck, breaking through the picket line many times to do so, I went back inside to sign off on my load and get my sales book and written orders. The sales book was about 10” x 12” with aluminum covers and closures. As I was walking in the dark space between trucks to drive off, two swarthy, hatless union paid goons in short black leather jackets surprised me. I was able to get away with  bleeding nose and mouth with broken teeth and bruises but another driver salesman ended up in the hospital. More to follow.

 


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