But, as a New Yorker (albeit a transplant), it's only right to pay my respects to the people that make this place so brilliant and alive. Joe Ades was a staple at the Union Square marketplace where I spent countless weekends. He was sweet and charismatic; I always saw him surrounded by peels and people.
He was a spectacle-- arbitrary, out of place, welcoming and something you'd only find in this city. He embodied some of the best things about New York. Now that he's gone, I can't help but feel like he took a little bit of the city with him.
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