Brooklyn on some weekends I'd hear that familiar song " tomatoes ten cents a pound , potatoes , apples " it meant the fruit & vegetable man is on the street with his horse-drawn cart. The women would rush out of there Apartments to get the best pick. I would rush downstairs from our second floor apartment to see clapper a name me and my friends gave the horse. Imagine how exciting it was for us kids 2 touch and pet a horse. This happened in the 50s , when Clapper died "how could it be" he was so big, so strong. I would never see him plodding along again. He was never replaced I wondered what the vegetable man did for a living now.