Crappy Valentine's day

​As I write this, the latest entry to Tailor Cut Produce’s blog, I glance at the calendar. Tuesday,
February 14 th . Valentine’s Day.
The Philadelphia Eagles just lost Super Bowl LVII less than 48 hours ago. It was a heart
breaking, gut-wrenching loss. I realize that, at 62 years of age, with a beautiful wife, two
wonderful children and oh-so-many other things to be thankful for, it is a silly and overstated
way to be, but there it is.
What does a football game played many states away have to do with a produce company in
North Brunswick, New Jersey? Not much, really, except most writers will say, “Write what you
know”. And this is what I know:
I grew up in Haddon Heights (Camden County), New Jersey. My family, like many in the area,
bleeds Eagles green. Philadelphia was “our city”. I went away to school, but never lost sight of
my sporting roots.
Many years later I found myself nightly at the old produce market on Galloway Street near the
stadiums. I was reunited with the sights, sounds, smells and tastes of that old building and the
wealth of treasures (and crazy cast of characters that worked there) it contained. The experience
simply solidified my love for the gritty, blue-collar “City of Brotherly Love” and the passion the
inhabitants feel for their sports teams.
Now I feel empty. And hollow. I suppose it will pass. There will be other sports and other
seasons and, hopefully, other championships.
But this, this will always be “the one that got away” and today, of all days, all I can think about
is how much my heart aches.