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S uddenly, on a cold December night in the late 60's, a freak was born and his name was Greg DelGiorno. He was the second of three boys, but something wasn't right from the start. Sort of like the center of a pie, it just didn't bake all the way through. Growing up was tough, the middle child, a December child, catching on here? Christmas time was a total rip-off. "Here Greg, this is for your birthday and Christmas..." G reg knew he was going to have to hustle, so that's what he did. It was like his dad used to tell him. "Always have a buck in your pocket, son." Back in grade school he sold candy. Greg tells him, "Hey buddy, you're paying for convenience!" "this is primo stuff - just give me five bucks for it." W hen he started getting older, he realized life was passing him by and he had to make a move. He got himself and his family, which now includes a son and a daughter, a life out in Newark where he currently lives. Keeping in mind the whole time, "I've got to get ahead". Greg is really just a guy who wants to open doors that should have been opened years ago for himself and for everyone in Delaware who wants to follow a dream. So open a door, and if it's locked, kick it down! |