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October 21, 2005
Tuesdays With George
When I was a young boy in Johannesburg, George the vegetable man, would come to our neighborhood with his old truck filled to the brim with fruit and vegetables.
Neighbors would come out of their houses and buy fruit and vegetables for the week.
I loved Tuesdays when George would come because each week he made time to talk to me while the neighbors prodded, smelled and squeezed the fruit.
While my mum was selecting her fruit or veggies and the other neighbors were complaining about the prices, George would pick a perfect peach or nectarine from a box and with his penknife he would cut it into slices for me. While he cut the fruit, he’d recite proverbs or poems to me. As the peach nectar dripped down my five year-old chin, I’d listen in amazement to what George had to say.
Some George-isms that I still remember:
“I complained because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.”
“Nothing is ever wrong. Even a broken clock is right twice a day.”
“Life is like a bicycle. You don’t fall off unless you stop pedaling.”
Posted by trevor at October 21, 2005 09:43 AM
Comments
Absolutely Trevor. It's all about the peddling. Beautiful story. Thank you.
Posted by: Alex at October 22, 2005 01:11 PM