tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676423713279237243.post724440668204972740..comments2023-09-12T08:43:11.657-04:00Comments on Principalities And Powers: Becoming an American CitizenDavid C. Inneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12747926171305438726noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676423713279237243.post-53549506075414082132010-02-25T05:23:10.166-05:002010-02-25T05:23:10.166-05:00Welcome. I was born here and so were my parents. ...Welcome. I was born here and so were my parents. Three of four grandparents were immigrants.<br /><br />It didn't take so long to be a citizen then. My paternal grandfather was a hockey bum from Ontario. That was when hockey was like barnstorming. You'd find a field, sell tickets, have a game. He either didn't find a game or blew his money in St. Paul. One of the guys told him the owner of Hamm's Brewery was a soft touch for hockey players so he went to "put the touch" to him. Hamm said he wouldn't give him any money but he would give him a job and that's where he stayed. He was pretty good with numbers and ended up as treasurer of the corporation.<br /><br />So welcome aboard. Now you're here for life so long as you stay out of the olive oil business.<br /><br />Funniest citizenship story I ever heard involved one Steinberg who was a cartoonist for The New Yorker back in the Harold Ross days. Steinberg was a Cuban and there was some problem which was going to involve his leaving the country. Ross wasn't <b>about</b> to lose a good cartoonist and knew the Secretary of the Navy, James Forrestal, so he called him. Then, just before Steinberg would have had to leave, he was sworn in as a Naval Second Lieutenant and following that he took the citizenship oath.Nolanimrodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15185001749663834953noreply@blogger.com