I enjoy your human interest stories, and refer to the letter about Fresno's shoe-shine boys (Dec. 8).
Until my Armenian husband died in 1995, he kept in the garage his shoeshine box that he made back in the 1920s, with the rag, brush and cans of shoe polish. As a boy he thought of himself as a serious business entrepreneur, striving to put food on the table for his widowed mother (a refugee from the Armenian massacre).
Thanks for the reminder.
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