Jan 11
Yaki-imo yaki-imo yaki-imo
Exciting new experience in the apartment: there’s a guy outside selling baked sweet potatoes, cruising slowly up and down the streets in a van, singing a solemn little song consisting largely of “baked sweet potatoes baked sweet potatoes hurry and get one baked sweet potatoes.” The dorm wasn’t in a convenient neighborhood for that sort of thing.
And I think he just gave up and went home. It’s raining, so there probably aren’t many people out walking right now.
I just googled this, and apparently most sweet potato guys actually use recordings now. This one actually sounded to me like he was really singing, but I’m not sure now…
