Bouquets for My Father
AMERICA
GROWING SEASON. The author and his father in front of his flower shop.
Sons
are often defined by their fathers and necessarily reflect on the man
who gave them life: Here he came up short; here he came up full. For me,
there was much more gained than lost by his fatherhood.
For 50 years my father worked in his tiny
flower shop in a section of Philadelphia called Paradise, 10, 12 hours a
day, seven days a week, unless, of course, it was a holiday—Christmas,
Easter, Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day. Then he would work around the
clock. He had to; he had six kids to feed.
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