running late for a going away party for co-worker and esteemed editor rob waters (he'll soon be senior editor at the Southern Poverty Law Center), i forgot the byob sixpack at home.
counting my change in the grocery store checkout line, a blur of spikes fanned by the exit door.
he wanted a dollar, when i asked him if i could take his photo. seems he made $18 at the mall the other day via similar requests. true or not, i've never ponied up money before. maybe a beer. but obviously not this time.
but the day's miserable heat had broke... the evening light was sweet, my sixpack was on sale. it was a good vibe all around. and my generosity only had to extend to the 37¢ jingling in my pocket.