We're at your park. My car is in Sullivan County.

What's needed for that?

How is it needed? Okay, you go around the new car.

The lampshank. I got a hold up.

But these are 20, that's the five.

I think I'm a bit like rent. See how much I mean I already spent like a million bucks.

The Union Square Green Market in New York City, which was founded in 1976, is a little agrarian oasis right in the heart of the city.

It's a throwback to how we used to buy our food.

The writer John McFee once spent some time in New York's farmers markets selling peppers and writing about how the natives handled and man-handled all the fresh food.

Here's what he wrote.

You people come into the market, the green market, in the open air, under the downpouring sun, and you slit the tomatoes with your fingernails.

With your thumbs, you excavate the cheese.

You choose your string beans one at a time. You pulp the nectarines and rape the sweet corn.

You are something wonderful you are, people of the city.

And we, who are almost without exception, strangers here, are as absorbed with you as you seem to be with the numbers on our hanging scales.

That's from McFee's essay called Giving Good Weight.

The title refers to the fact that you get your money's worth at a farmer's market.

And more important, that you can look into the eye and shake the calloused hand of the person who actually grew your food.

So these days, not much has changed at Union Square.

Farmers still rumble in in the black of the morning.

What's your drive in the morning?

150 four miles. I left it to 30 this morning.

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