Mike was sitting on a chair in the shade of large Oleanders. His bemused smile attracted me. Mike seemed surprised and a bit amused by my request for a portrait, but he offered no resistance. He was born in Maine, but moved to Sarasota 22 years ago, when his uncle bought him a bus ticket. Hmmm…
Mike was holding a white cup containing a brown aromatic liquid, and seemed to be feeling little pain at 10AM.
When he saw his image on the camera LCD, he said, “OMiGod, I look like David Crosby. That’s who I am – I'm the illegitimate son of David Crosby!”.
You decide. :-)