Monson: ‘What the hell’s wrong with Mike Petke?’ Nothing. Nothing at all.

Mike Petke still hears his father’s voice in his ears.“Nonstop,” he says. “I always will.”That stiff-and-sometimes-severe tone and tenor would be the ones echoing out of the mouth of Ed Petke, a rugged individual, now 74, who worked for the Long Island Railroad for the better part of four decades. Ed did small jobs and big ones, easy and hard. He labored like a grown man, taking 1:30 a.m.-to-noon shifts so he could be at the family’s house, a two-story colonia