There is a family who sells Christmas trees outside of Key Food on Montague Street. They live in a small trailer which is parked along the sidewalk.
I was on my way to the store in search of Carol’s Heirloom Eggs. I had just bought a dozen perfectly acceptable eggs from another store, but such was my mission anyhow.
“A good choice, a good choice,” said the girl—the Christmas tree vendor—speaking to a younger couple on the sidewalk in front of the store. She was bundled up in a one-pice Carhartt jacket, her age indeterminate.
“A fraser fir,” she continued. “Sorta the Cadillac of Christmas trees.”
“You chose well, you chose well.”