I asked my grandfather if he had any stories, he told me this story about Frank Costello.

The only story I can remember is one winter when we had a big snowstorm he in his chauffeured limo stopped to pick up stranded motorists who were trying to reach the train station for their daily commute to the city. When you drove by his home you could see his bodyguard detail out and around the house. He actually kept a pretty low profile in Port Washington and no had anything bad to say about him.