Bertolucci’s Pizza truck just went by, hawking pizza with carne asada for $4.99. Don’t you love the industry? Making money in the pandemic.
Do you know we have a knife sharpener man? He whistles. He sharpened my mezza luna.
We used to have a fruits and vegetables man. He worked from his well-stocked truck with his wife and sometimes one or the other of his children. He always had the best cacahuates, roasted plain, no salt.
The tamale lady comes early in the mornings of a weekend, but lately she doesn’t come as regularly as before.
Before school, there are ladies on the way to who sell hot champurrados, tamales, all sorts.
There are a couple of traditional, diesel-powered ice-cream trucks that I really want to dismantle because they are selling some really horrible ersatz.
There’s a paleta man, a couple of corn sellers, the bicycle rider with the some stuff I don’t even know what it is.
They all come through with varying degrees of PPE, at least a mask.
Long live our tradition of street vending.