The Cart and the Drive

Well, it happened.  I bought a paleta cart.  I hadn’t really planned on getting one, but seriously, how can you be a paletero without a paleta cart?

I found it, secondhand or more, off of the internet, out in East Texas.  And like so many of the things that I come across, this one had a lot of character to it.  It had seen some better days, and I already had my doubts about it.

While kicking the tires (literally), I asked the man selling it about it, and that’s when he got me, hook, line, and sinker.  This gent had traded a lawnmower for it to the guy who had bought a house from him, and told him that this very paleta cart came from the streets of New York, where his father had pushed it, day in and day out, in order to provide a better life for his family.

In that moment, a common bond of love for, and dedication to, family was shared between a man I’d never met and me.  My family is the driving force and reason for being in what I do, and the foundation on which and for which this tiny company is built.
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And so, Senor Adiel, thank you for your cart.  It will continue on its journey as now I will use it to provide for my family.
                                                       
Greg


​Update:  Anybody know a good wrapper? Like the ones for cars, not like Snoop or Biggie.