When I went to pick June up from daycare, one of her friends? colleagues? fellow attendees? told me, "Daddy bought bananas and I petted the horsey." Baltimore still has a few street peddlers who sell fruits and vegetables from horse-drawn carts. Here they are called "Arabbers," which is pronounced with a hard A like A-rab-ers. All the Arabbers I see are Black, but I assume the name is a holdover from a time when there were a lot of Syrian peddlers in the city. Arabbers are definitely an interesting and unusual feature of Baltimore, although much of their produce usually looks rotten, and many people say their horses are poorly treated. Some dogooder public health types did have the idea to work with Arabbers to try and address the food desert issue in the city. But, the Arabbers were a little to independent to be amenable to that sort of control.
I'm not going anywhere with this information, I just wanted to make sure that I remember this after we move. And today I saw the Arabbers coming down the street and heard them singing their calls, which I still can't understand at all.
One week until we are all back together, and this is what we're up to.