In 1954 (when I was 18) a friend of mine who’s uncle had a table on Maxwell Street asked if I would help. I did, and it was a great experience. During the summer months, Maxwell Street was a crowded, crazy, wonderful market place. Tables lined the streets with all kinds of wares in front of storefronts that sold almost anything you could want. You could get a great hot dog or hub caps or a 3 piece suit and anything in between.
I took my first “real” camera which was a twin lens reflex
Rolleicord with me and was able during lunch breaks to wander
around and take photographs.