Edited interview with Tom Logullo (TL), son of James Logullo. Interview conducted by Joe Manning (JM) on February 26, 2008.

JM: What did you think of the picture of your father?

TL: I had seen the picture in a book a while back, but I don't think my father ever saw it. It was in a book about old Wilmington, which was published in Delaware. There's a mistake in it. He was not 12 years old. He was born in 1902, so he was only seven or eight when he was photographed.

JM: Did your father tell you that he was selling newspapers on the streets at that age?

TL: Yes, he told me that, and he told me that he was a great pool player. If you look to the left in that picture, you see a row of buildings. I understand that on the second floor of one of those buildings, there was a pool hall that he used to hang out in when he was a boy. He entered a lot of tournaments.

His parents came from the lower part of Italy. His father's name was Guiseppe. I think he was in the fruit business. Both of them died very young, so I didn't know either one of them. I have the wedding picture of his mother and father. My grandmother was very short, and you can tell that she is standing on a stool.

My dad must have liked the name James. He named his first son James. That was from his first marriage. Then he divorced and married my mother, and I was the first son. He named his second son James also. So he had two sons named James Logullo Jr. We had a golf tournament a couple of years ago, and there were four Logullos in it: Tom Logullo, Jim Logullo, Jim Logullo and Jim Logullo. Actually, there are five Jim Logullos in the family.

JM: What was his first wife's name?

TL: I don't remember.

JM: When did they marry?

TL: Well, the oldest son James is 82 now, so he was married about a year before that.

JM: When did your father marry your mother?

TL: Well, I was born in 1930, and I was the first child.

JM: What was your mother's name?

TL: Anna Mae Ludlam.

JM: Did your father graduate from high school?

TL: No. But he was very good at arithmetic. He could figure things out in his head quicker than most people can do with a calculator.

JM: What was the first job your father had as an adult?

TL: He was a cab driver. Then he became the manager of Yellow Cab. That was the biggest cab company in Wilmington then. He was in charge of the mechanics. He would come home with grease all over his hands. At one time, he was a bookie. I think some of his relatives were big in the bootleg business during Prohibition, and he may have fooled around with that. In later years, he started his own cab company. It was called Park Cab. It was in Richardson Park (Delaware). He owned six cabs. He had a bad bookkeeper who ran him into bankruptcy. I was in high school then. When he was much older, he worked as a toll taker on the Delaware Memorial Bridge. He retired when he was 65.

He died of emphysema when he was about 76. He was a very heavy smoker. So was my mother, and the same thing happened to her. Me and my brothers never smoked. When he died, I was retired from the Delaware State Police, and my brother Bob was retired from the Wilmington Police Department. After I retired from the state police, I started making front license plates for fire departments. I make them now for fire departments in five or six states. I'm 77 years old, and I'm a one-man operation. I work in a 10 x 12 shed in my backyard.

JM: What was your father like?

TL: He was a great guy, but he was gone a lot. The main time we saw him was when he'd come home on Fridays and give us our quarter for the week. He worked long hours at the cab company. Sometimes, when someone was sick, he'd have to fill in all night as the dispatcher. They were the main cab company down at the railroad station. But I remember when I was playing football in high school, he never missed a game. We played night games. It would be cold, and he would come with his little pint of whatever he had and stand there and cheer. He was very proud when I was selected All-State.

He belonged to a veteran's club right across from his cab company, and he'd go over there on amateur night. He loved the Ink Spots and the Mills Brothers and Al Jolson. He'd sing their old songs and people went crazy. He was very good at it. He was in his glory. In later years, after him and my mom got divorced, he lived in a mobile home by himself and did a lot of reminiscing. He helped out his sisters. A couple of them were widows. He spent a lot of time helping other people. He was a very gracious and caring man.

My dad and mom divorced about 1957. My mother married again and moved to Arizona. My father married again, too, but that didn't last very long because she was hifalutin and dad wasn't. They got divorced and she moved to Florida. That was about five years before he died. We were very close his last few years. I would stop over three or four times a week to make sure he was okay. By then, the emphysema had taken over pretty much. He would walk up two or three steps to his mobile home, and he'd have to stop at each step to get his breath. One time I went in and the place was smoky, and I said, ‘What are you doing smoking?' And he said, ‘I'm not inhaling.'