Most of what Chiron flew right over Harold's head; he was too tired and hungry still to understand it.  "Yeah, we lived in Philly, smack dab in the heart of the city.  My dad owns a scrapyard and garage there.  He's pretty good with his hands, I guess.  He's been working with cars most of his life; he's good at fixing them up.  He'd always take me with him whenever I wasn't in school, showed me the ropes about car repair.  He was always amazed at how quickly I soaked up everything he taught me, like I was a mechanical knowledge sponge.  I dunno, I always figured as his son, I had an affinity for it.  And I've always been interested, curious even, on how things ran.  Boy, were my parents pissed when they came home one day to find me sitting on the floor, the microwave in pieces around me.  But they were even more shocked when I put it back together, just the way it was supposed to go."