Meet Rodney, a reluctant subject whose bowler caught my eye.
After assurances his photo wouldn't fall into the hands of the authorities, he agreed to a few poses. By a few, I mean two. But that's all. No more. No way. No how.
Turns out, Rodney was born in Ohio about 90 miles from where I grew up. Small world, as they say. Despite the relative geographic connection, the photo limit was firmly set at two.
As a special parting gift for Rodney's patience I gave him my personal lint brush from under the seat of my car for future uses on his bowler, or wherever lint is a problem. An even exchange no doubt: a lint brush for a blip.
Don't you think?
Now, I am hopeful, Rodney can live out the rest of this week and part of next positively lint-free.
U.S. vs Scotland: Clash of terribly-performed national anthems