The carrot peeler guy passed away on Sunday. This is especially chilling because on Saturday I walked by him in Union Square and he was sitting alone looking very defeated and tired with no customers around. I thought to myself that it must be tough for a guy whose entire life is about being a vibrant salesman, and one day you find yourself too old to do what you love. Though I never found the need for bulk purchasing of carrot peelers, NYC is a little less cool without this guy around.
This is sad indeed, he was a New York institution. I don’t think he ever got too old to do what he loved, though; it seems quite the opposite, actually. He might have been having a slow day on Saturday, but I saw him a week ago with the usual crowd of curious onlookers. His pitch was awesome, I bought a peeler from him last summer and I don’t even really cook (much less peel). He was definitely vibrant and I think it’s amazing that he did his thing right up until the very end. I can only hope I die at a command prompt or behind a viewfinder. (wonderful photo by lfarm)
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