the cart wrangler

Pre-pandemic, I would visit my daughter in NY every 3 or 4 months. I mention it to excuse the fact that I made this about a year ago, and lost the paper I wrote his name on. For 22 years he has traveled up from the Bronx to Croton-on-Hudson to retrieve the shopping carts from around the large parking lot and return to the front of the store for customers use. He works 5 days a week in all sorts of northern weather. This was a bright, sunny, March day - it matched his usual friendly mood, and I took the picture. Although I had a picture delivered via my daughter, I hope to get there soon, say hello, and deliver one myself.

As a good friend said “…the cart wrangler, is precious. It tells me that no category of humans owns self-image. We are all free to believe that we count. Others don't define us. Our place in life is no less important than any other's life.” - Bob M.