We snagged the primo table next to the Underdog Emporium for an early breakfast at the street fair in Y.S. the other morning.
I took a couple of snaps. Today my daughter pointed out that my old street buddy (over 10 yrs now) Chris was in the background of one of them!
This day he was dressed in what I refer to as Modern Bedouin.
Last week he was wearing a kilt, patterned tights, long blood red wool vest over kinda of an Errol Flynn silk shirt and a few pounds of beads..
He asked, so I told him I thought the Capt Jack Sparrow hat was spot-on, but that the tennis racket wasn't working.
He frequently joins me on the Group W bench....and falls asleep.
He might ask for a cigarette - but he's not a beggar. He won't let me buy him breakfast - the most he'll take from me is a $1 cup of tea.
Stig
