One Too Many Catcalls
by erika haveman
My life for as long as I can remember has been a series of “in between”. Presently my “in between” sees me washing freshly picked produce before organizing it into boxes or baskets or bags before selling them to whoever it is that desires fresh food. It can often be demanding and the hours are long, but I love it. I’m outside every day, I get to be creative in setting up every day, and it’s always a joy to see a familiar face and exactly what they’re stopping for at the vegetable stand. The farmer I work for has two market stands – one located at her farm and the other a short distance away at a busy country intersection that links several country towns to the “city”. I’ll work at both locations throughout a normal week, and though I do love being at the high volume traffic stop, there’s one thing that doesn’t irk me so much as intrigue me.
