[Warning: This post primarily serves as navel-gazing.]
I realized as I was reading about it today that I’ve seen him many times down at the market with his ferret trying to get money from tourists. He seems a little more aggressive than most, and I don’t have a whole lot of sympathy for panhandlers, so I’ve avoided him. The iPod helps. (God and I are working on this).
But I love the market. I try to walk through at least once a week when I’m on the day shift and riding the bus home. I’ve lived here 11 years now, and I still think it’s one of the coolest places around.