October 7th, 1934 Chuck Harvey lifted another bag of pourable cement into the wheel barrel so it could be hauled away.He took a minute to gather himself before continuing on. He grabbed the next bag of cement and tossed it into a new and empty wheel barrel. "What happened to me?" he asked himself as he doubled over and put his hands on his knees and took in a couple of deep breaths and thought the situation he was in. It had been five years since he suffered a concussion that forced him to quit the sport he loved. He had began working the docks in 1930, bringing home a meager $10 a day to support his wife Ava and their two children, fourteen year old Megan and eight year old Desmond. Just as he was about to get back to work, a whistle blew, signaling the end of a exhaustive fourteen hour shift. Chuck grabbed his coat and fedora, stopped by Frank's office to collect his pay for the day and trudged home, snow starting to fall from the sky.