In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went
into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
– Allen Ginsberg, “A Supermarket in California“
OK, Eugene Saturday Market, step it up. If a food cart pod South of Market under the freeway overpass in San Francisco can serve gravlax, Korean barbecue pulled pork sliders, and Peruvian ceviche with yam and parched corn, so can you. Change the zoning laws or stranglehold on licenses or backwater policies or narrow aperture in the City Hallways or whatever it is that keeps new food carts, with glorious ideas and international treats, from opening up on the streets of Eugene.
Your childless, lonely old grubber