Everyday, it seems, a small part of the past vanishes. Something new appears, but is new always better? I think not!



I have a memory, albeit distant, of an early morn in the 70s when I visited the Fulton Fish Market. It was bustling, thriving, invigorating and I was there at 4 a.m. Perhaps it was a Friday, perhaps not. For a short while I had been part of the "Buy Team" at our local 10th Street Food Co-op. We rose early, went to the Bronx Terminals, the Meat Packing district and Fulton Fish Market.

I loved it!