Growing up in Union City, I lived with my grandmother for a while when I was 15. I remember every morning that woman who was in her 80s would take her pull-cart from her house on 30th up Bergenline Avenue and buy the groceries that would become dinner.

She would stop at Pontecorvo's market on 32nd Street, then visit a butcher, then Spiekerman's bakery for the fresh bread and desserts. It was the best part of her day as it combined exercise, social life and great food.