César Vélez Dionisio The last time I saw him he was at the corner of Gage and Pacific behind his fruit stand. He sold mangos, pickles, and peanuts for very cheap prices. I bought the last bag. The day before, he worked in his back yard and trimmed the trees. He said the apple tree was still too young to know he had too much fruit on his branches. He said he was like a child that always wants more than what he needs. He said he would grow the next year, and the next, and the next after, and so on. Until his lasts days came he told his sons of the day he would no longer be able to work any more, he would die. He told them he would no longer be a man when he could no longer sell or trim anything else. He said, he knew, he always worked.