Meet Them

Last year my son and I worked at a farmers market twice a week selling herbs and tables from recycled wood. Farmers markets expose you to the most colorful people, especially in the city. There was a young farmer who’d micro dose daily before selling his vegetables, a CEO who’d stand at the flower booth to smell them his entire lunch break, homeless people sharing wisdoms for those who would listen, and endless others. We got to really see individuals in what people would normally brush off as a sea of sameness. My son was 4 and we loved it. He’d hold hands every Tuesday with a little girl whose parents were from France. They’d spend…