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Happy Labor Day


This is what old Italian ladies used to do back in Philly during that golden age when they didn’t have to be a size 3 until they died and wearing black was always appropriate because you always knew of someone who died.

They are sitting in front of the original grocery store in the Zeccardi family. The name carries on today although today’s Joe Zeccardi is either a banker or philosopher depending on which generation you’re addressing. So I guess this proves that the American immigrant dream of hard work and striving to make tomorrow better than today can be successful. In my parents’ generation, our uncles owning a grocery store was practically mandatory. In my generation, not one grocery store owner. Only store owned in my family currently is my niece and her husband’s beer store in a college town. And really, in so many ways, that is the ultimate fulfillment of the immigrant dream!