. . many years ago. It wasn't anything like what we call a "farmers market" today. It was in a heavily Jewish district, and very, very New York.

Say you wanted oranges. There was a booth with a display of really nice oranges. No way were you allowed to touch those oranges. You told the merchant how many you wanted, and he'd pick them out of a box behind the display, and hand them to you in a closed bag.

I think if anyone tried that today, he'd get his display turned over, with him on the underside.