The Little Old Veggie Man – Views From My Balcony

He is a little hunched over

For sure someone’s grandfather and I’m sure a great grandfather also

Pushing a cart laden with many vivid colors

Beautifully laid out

Meticulously arranged

Proud of his beautifully arranged veggies

He had a high pitched whistle as he passed.

To get the attention of his clientele.

It worked!

I just had to stand on the balcony.

He always saw me.

Waved and smiled.

He waited for the yes or no nod from me.
The no nod he would wave and go on his way whistling,

The yes nod he waited until I descended the stairs.

Many times very slowly

On my bad back days he would bring what I wanted up to me.

He always asked how I was

Asked about my dog Sniffy and gave her a pat when saw her.

Told me what veggies were the best and put what I wanted in a bag.

Some days when I did not have money he would let me pay later

His cart looked so heavy for his old frail looking body

No rubber tires to make it run smoother
or for his old bones to absorb the shock

But I never saw him waver in his pushing

I felt guilty sometimes that I was such a cripple and he with such energy

Rain, Sun and Humidity, It did not matter
Bringing our neighborhood fresh produce

The Old Veggie Man was always there

More street vendors and some pictures

2 thoughts on “The Little Old Veggie Man – Views From My Balcony

  1. >Dear Jan: I’ve spent most of my afternoon reading your Blog even my clients have enjoyed your experience in DR. I’m now sure that I want to move there and You’ve helped me reach this conclusion. Was there any type of document one needs in order to live there? I’m a Cuban-American from NY and Loved Your experience there. Thank You for your input, Angel Lazaro from Long Island, NY.

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