Can't believe my luck

In the northeast failure is not tolerated. Neither is being jealous, sad, or retiring. When my Grandfather retired from the folding chair factory he had been employed at all his life, it was like being the Virgin Mary in Nazareth. Being the old timer that he was, he sat on his porch all day and let the smoke from his cigars he smoked waft into the window of his widowed neighbor until she went to visit whatever it was she served, that being, in my grandfather's opinion, the Devil. She always claimed she served Jesus but he saw a picture of a goat devouring a nude ballerina on her wall.