Time in Fiction
When it is going to be fall? The weather outside is a miasma of abnormally high temps and sweltering humidity and—excuse me!—it’s October! This is the first autumn in five years that I haven’t been tied up working the Green City Farmer’s Market . A number of circumstances conspired where for one reason or another I ended up not getting hired. A little bittersweet. I loved have weekends off, but have missed the customers and the smells. Especially now as it is apple time. I used to work a stall that was next to the Nordic Cheese guy who once it started getting frosty brought in his wife to crank up a propane fryer in order to fry cheese! Another stall had HOT apple cider. One time, after a dreary morning of very few customers (and the ones that dared come out in the rain were there for business and not pleasure; they ran from stall to stall and then quickly left) so I was sent on an errand to the Zullo’s stand for some hot from the fryer Zeppole. So right now ...