each Saturday, local merchants and growers overwhelm blocks of Omaha's Downtown in ever-increasing numbers. retailers importune passersby to stop at makeshift stalls to appraise homemade wares or sniff honeysuckle and fresh tomatoes. normally I could not praise something so provincial but it was there that last weekend, at the behest of a small Oriental man, I purchased the most delicious radishes. verily, they were the talk of next day's tea.
