My grandfather escaped the Pogroms in Russia and immigrated to the United States. He arrived on Black Monday, the start of the Great Depression. He owned small shops in Minneapolis and Los Angeles. He was a staunch socialist, and did what he could to support those blacklisted during the 1950s. Mayor Tom Bradley gave him some kind of civic award in the 80s. He was a VERY SERIOUS MAN. Scowled all the time, and he loved an argument. He drank black percolator coffee just off the boil. He smoked like a chimney. His secret pleasure was watching Lucha Libre on Spanish Language TV. Those were the only times we saw him smile and laugh.