I always loved and respected my dad. I loved him because he was kind and understanding. I respected him because of his work ethic, sound judgment and common sense.
 
My dad was many things but first and foremost, he was a commercial laundryman. Now before I go further, I want to stop and clarify what I mean when I say, “commercial laundry.” The laundries that dad worked in were huge facilities and, in many cases, they covered several city blocks. Please don’t picture a laundromat. Picture instead a complex factory with huge steam boilers and all sorts ...