The quiet hours, when Reading Terminal Market belongs to the regulars

At 8 a.m. sharp, opening time, Pete Shovlin strode into the Reading Terminal Market like a general commanding troops. The meter was running. And Pete had to get to his seat. The same one he has planted himself in nearly every Saturday morning for nearly a half-century. The one from which he presides over a steadfast band of compatriots. The loyal of the loyal that can be called the Saturday Morning Market Regulars.