Great story, Pat. You remind me of how times change and ethnicities morph in that crowded international scene of New York City. When I lived there in the 1960s, all the little neighborhood fruit&vegetable stands were owned by Italians. When I went back 25 years later, they had all changed and were now run by Koreans. "Stop at the Koreans on your way home and pick up a head of lettuce" was the instruction handed out--and everyone knew what you meant by "the Korean's." I wonder who runs those places now? Investigate for me, please!
God, I haven't thought about that. We called the couple down the street from us Koreans because they were. Now it's sort of all over the place. A Middle Eastern took over the Korean and two doors down there's now a Mexican. My neighborhood might not be the one to figure it out because it's so diverse but wherever you don't hear Koreans as much as "stop at the fruit stand"....there's a PhD urban history thesis right there
What a wonderful story, Pat--I also enjoy the photographs. Having lived with turkeys (wild and domestic) for many years, I had to laugh at the photo (top of story) of the turkey flashing the hen. The cocks will raise those tails at anything that moves, even other cocks. Thank you for making me chuckle!
Oh my goodness! Look at that rascal! Thank you for telling me-- I'll join your chuckle by going over to the huge turkey flock terrorizing Staten Island.
Great story, Pat. You remind me of how times change and ethnicities morph in that crowded international scene of New York City. When I lived there in the 1960s, all the little neighborhood fruit&vegetable stands were owned by Italians. When I went back 25 years later, they had all changed and were now run by Koreans. "Stop at the Koreans on your way home and pick up a head of lettuce" was the instruction handed out--and everyone knew what you meant by "the Korean's." I wonder who runs those places now? Investigate for me, please!
God, I haven't thought about that. We called the couple down the street from us Koreans because they were. Now it's sort of all over the place. A Middle Eastern took over the Korean and two doors down there's now a Mexican. My neighborhood might not be the one to figure it out because it's so diverse but wherever you don't hear Koreans as much as "stop at the fruit stand"....there's a PhD urban history thesis right there
Charming. I must admit that I even enjoy turkey that has been frozen.
Honestly, me too...how I stayed married to the man is a mystery
What a wonderful story, Pat--I also enjoy the photographs. Having lived with turkeys (wild and domestic) for many years, I had to laugh at the photo (top of story) of the turkey flashing the hen. The cocks will raise those tails at anything that moves, even other cocks. Thank you for making me chuckle!
Oh my goodness! Look at that rascal! Thank you for telling me-- I'll join your chuckle by going over to the huge turkey flock terrorizing Staten Island.
Mr Quackers!! Perfect name.