Be My Valentine Ahh Valentines Day. Who out there isn’t a fan of forced sentiment, pre-fixe menus and chocolates from Walgreens? Well living next to Philadelphia’s oldest Flower shop, Riehs Florist (founded 1885) I’ve got a front row seat to witness those less jaded than I. Twice a year, the crowds swarm to my neighbor’s historic shop to supply their nearest and dearest with a token of their love. (The other day is of course Mother’s Day) Generally, this annoys me. Not simply because I’m your standard V-Day Cynic but for the reason that I’m inconvenienced by all those shopping at Riehs. For twelve hours, double parkers, delivery trucks and hoards of people block my street. This year however I decided to take advantage of all these happy loving people carrying armloads of bright colorful bouquets by camping out on my front stoop shooting and chatting with a selection of Philadelphia’s most “romantic” citizens.