Life carries on. Sanjay’s banana business has not suffered. His cheery wave has returned. All his customers still buy from him. I don’t know how many notice that the bananas sit on an old crapper. I don’t know too what saddens me most: the vanished cart? The callousness of dumping the fruit on the road? Municipal willingness to crack down on people like Sanjay? Municipal unwillingness to fully crack down on him, so he can and will be tormented again? Or a white pot under bananas?