I use Market Street on a regular basis. Many years ago I met the person below that became the Produce Manager. Immediately knew he was a helpful, kind, and a very sweet human being. Watched his dreads grow over the years and then last year told him I wanted to paint him. Two weeks ago he told me he was leaving Market Street, so I rushed home, got my camera, came back to the store and set up the painting. Loaded his arms with pumpkins, corn, and a butternut squash, pulled his dreads over his shoulder and took some photos.
The store just doesn't seem the same without his cheery presence. Know his fellow workers feel the same.