Having grown uo in the heart of Little Italy in the Bronx, we were fortunate in that we weren't slaves to the vendors that came door-to-door, because they were literally right downstairs.

I still go every Saturday morning to pick up some odds and ends and bullshit with the few remaining old timers.

Oh, Olivant, the concept of dried fish in a basket is alive and well at both Cosenza's and Randazzo's fish markets on Arthur Avenue.