Darryl Cordova

Darryl CordovaMy father owned the shop,
and I spent most of my youth
working in it. Then he
passed it on to me and I
spent all of my days and
nights there. I somehow found time
to get a wife and have
some children, and they also
became entwined in the
life of the shop. I never
took a day off, never
had a vacation, and I
never closed except on
Christmas day. Someone once asked
me what I would do when
I got to retirement
age. I didn’t have an
answer. Turned out I didn’t
need one. I died at the
shop before reaching sixty.

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