Continuing to worry re the loss of what was great about Monterey Market. Right after all the political/familial tumult, I didn't go, then went back. I was there today. Not a big crowd. And where there used to be a sense of calm and natural order, the place felt tense and oddly organized. There was a lot of ice strewn on the corn display right at the entrance. The corn underneath needed that ice--it was old. And I mean, not old as in picked yesterday or the day before. Old as in picked a while ago. It reminded me of the wizened old corn in the Stop and Shop I shop at when I'm in New England, before the native corn is in, and it's being shipped from someplace in the south. In the old regime, there is no way that corn would have been put out to sell. I still can't quite bring myself to switch produce markets once and for all. Calm and natural order aren't exactly the first things you'd say about Berkeley Bowl. But I think I may be working up to it.