Saw this obit in the NYTimes. Arthur Robinson…:
…or Mr. Okra, as pretty much everyone called him, who rolled each day through the streets of New Orleans in a loudly painted pickup truck-cum-fruit stand singing his sales pitch like the roving food vendors once common in the city, died on Thursday at his home there.
The exploits of Arthur Robinson and others like him were celebrated in song. Never better than in this one from Chris Smither:
