Stacker of wheat
And the nation’s freight handler….
I could go over and over on that Carl Sandburg’s passionate poem, “Chicago”, but I just came up with a marketplace poetry – a simple tribute to the food heroes. But this is not even poetry, by the way. And if there’s one wish I could make right now and make it come true- right here, right now, then I wish to have the photography skills of Sidney.
My food hero is a happy coconut man
A fishmonger working with a fully- painted face, trendy haircut, a Loony Toon shirt and exudes the confidence of a beauty queen;
Or a child who has his own style of peddling his wares. Miles to go before he sleeps… And miles to go before he sleeps.
Not a politician whose face is pasted all over the place.