You can hear him coming. “We got okra! We got bananas! We got mustard greens!”
From loud speakers in his pickup the Okra Man summons his customers with the sort of sing-song delivery you’d expect to hear somewhere in the Caribbean. But our neighborhood is the next closest thing perhaps.
Street by street he combs the Marigny in a pickup full of produce, pulling over to meet the people who come out to the curb to buy.
There was a momentary crisis awhile back when his brightly painted truck broke down and was deemed irreparable. But the community rallied to his aid, and in the process Mr. Okra became something of a celebrity and the subject of a documentary.
The new truck is painted just like the old one, but doesn’t have quite the same character. No matter. The real character is behind the wheel.