Ah, me. First beat assignment I had in 1959 when I came on the DPD was the Western Market on midnights. I thought, boy, this will be a dead bummer. Well, it was for the first two hours, but around 2 a.m. the first of the farmers and / or store owners showed up, and by 3 a.m., the darn place was humming. Took an immediate liking to the place, even if I spent too darn many hours in the back alleys checking back doors. Thanks for the memories!