The following is a common refrain for me. I saw a man with a cool hound’s tooth-type hat. I definitely wanted to meet him, but he was in animated conversation with three other men. I patiently waited my turn. And waited. Finally I gave up and moved on.
About two hours later, there he was, headed my way with a young man. I hate to sound like some kind of a mystic, but it really seems that luck brings strangers to me. Like some large invisible hand of fate gently guides a stranger in my direction. And when this happens, I believe that it is my duty to make contact, and try to get a portrait. To pass up the opportunity would be an insult to the guiding hand of fate. Not a good idea.
So I met Fred, and told him that he looked cool in that hat (actually, UNDER that hat). Then I explained that I had seen him earlier – the whole spiel. Fred seemed interested, and I think a little flattered. He has lived in Sarasota from 1994, and was in Bradenton before that.
With Fred was Juan. He also had no reservation about being photographed. I told them that I lived in Venice, Juan said, “Oh, I graduated from Venice High School.” I told him that I too, had graduated from VHS, although not in the same year. Or same decade. Barely in the same half century.