I BELIEVE IN REINCARNATION

Note to self: Self? Make certain that you do not come back as a chicken. I would rather not end my days hanging upside down in a Third World market.

Makes me want to do the chicken dance just thinking about that.

These are Wifey's pictures of an open air market in Morocco.
We both have an appreciation for open air markets. Not long ago we owned a produce market in a little village on the northern California coast.

I would pick up produce twice weekly, sometimes three times in a week at the Wholesale Produce Market in San Francisco or from a wholesaler in a little town 90 minutes southeast of where our business was.

Arriving at or before 6 in the morning was important to get the very best of produce.

It was a large, flatbed (12' long) truck with 5 foot rails that I used to pick up the wares for our market. Everything we offered for sale was handpicked and tasted before it was purchased. Quality in our little market was everything. Our customers came to rely on the selection and the fine quality of the products we had to offer.

In December we would sell and deliver Christmas trees.

It was hard work with long hours. Anyone who has owned a business knows well that this is what it takes to be successful.

In Morocco it is likely that you not just sell the produce but you've grown it, too.


I'll have to scan some of the photos taken during our years in the produce business and post them here. They're pretty cool.

Ahh, the memories. They are cherished.