There was something missing growing up, in childhood, in adolescence, as a man. I was missing a dad.
Superman (aka David) in Webster Groves, Missouri about 1962 with his brother Greg
Coaches. Professors. Fathers of close friends. There were many important men in my life, but no one really filled the gap my biological father left.
Dad left when I was ten, after my parents divorced. But really, he was “absent” all along. At home, detached and closed. My five siblings and I seemed invisible, an inconvenience. When asked about family history, our grandparents particularly, Dad refused to answer. We were forbidden, in fact, from asking.
And then Arnold “Arne” Böcker entered my life — the father of my wife.READ MORE
Sometimes in life, the one we call Dad isn’t our real father. For me, “Dad” was my grandfather, Sam Solomon. He was my greatest role model, a trusted confidant, and my best friend. He taught me by his example many lessons about fatherhood.
Sam and his older brother Joe owned a chain of pharmacies in Chicago, during prohibition and through the 40’s, known as Solomon Bros. Drug Stores. Officially retired at 45, his work was far from complete. He went on to serve as a volunteer pharmacist for an additional 45 years. A man of great humility — he kept just one nice suit for special occasions. READ MORE