Twenty-eight years ago, I went with my four-year-old son to Denio's. I was Mr. Mom at the time, and it can be difficult for one person to track an active child while shopping. He disappeared! This is not the place you want or need your four-year-old to disappear.
I searched and searched, and was almost in full-panic. After twenty minutes of searching, I found him. He had run a quarter mile to the vegetable section of the market, climbed up on an empty table, and was dancing for a group of delighted women.
That pretty much defined his personality for the next 25 years.
As I was winding my way through the market, he broke and ran again, and like the Jingle Bells song, laughing all the way. I took off after him, snagged him by the collar, dragged him off to the side, smacked his bottom, and admonished him to behave. He started screaming and crying like mad. It was a complete show of course. The incident drew a crowd, and two old ladies standing off to the side said, "That man should be horse-whipped".
That's my most vivid memory of Denio's market.