An Encounter with Olsen

There was a memorable moment at the Ferry Plaza Farmers’ Market this morning when I saw that Olsen was back. He grows clementines and oranges and is at the market for about a month this time every year. Superb clementines, if pricey. 

So I rush up to the booth and exclaim over how good it is to see him and his clementines again, and by the way, he’s looking great this year. He gives me this perplexed look and then I hear this guffaw from the shadows at the back of the booth. 

It was Olsen. I had been addressing his son, whom I’d never seen and who failed to participate in the hilarity shared by his father and me.

Well, hell, I said he was looking good!

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