The Infoletter

Foglia and Folgers.

Photo by Aleksandar Velickovic on Unsplash

My dad used to be a newspaper boy.
It was his first job,
back in the days of Sears catalogues.

He'd run the 5:00 AM paper route:
rain or shine,
snow or slush,
dogs at the gate or not.
Because someone's morning needed
crossword puzzles
and Pierre Foglia's chronicle.

I don't have a bag.
I don't have a bike.
I have words instead, and a route of my own.
But I'd like to think one day
I'll be half as good as Foglia and Folgers.

So I leave this here, on your digital doorstep.

The words have come a long way
from the silence that made them.

So did you, Dad.
So did I.

Wishing you a Happy Father's Day!