Overwhelming Odds Dept: I like to think of it as a conscious display of the desire to survive against overwhelming odds, if only to reward my father's obsessive care, sustained by his soul's need to surround itself with a vestige from the Garden of Eden of his youth in the Calabrian hills, according to Globe And Mail. Join the conversation In my father's backyard, in the heart of what used to be Little Italy but is fast becoming yet another enclave of Toronto yuppydom, there is a fig tree. As fig trees go, it is a scraggly little thing with a kind of forlorn theatricality that would make it a suitable stage piece for Beckett's Waiting for Godot. But when you consider that the species was not meant by its creator to live north of, say, the 35th parallel, its paltry appearance is a sign of its endurance, and like Beckett's tramps, the little tree seems go on with a kind of hope-against-hope response to its absurd position in a climate that is, to put it mildly, hardly conducive to its health. What's your favourite Facts & Arguments essay? As the section celebrates its 20th year, share your memories of great F&A submissions. As
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