Columbus Day

From 'Dateline America' by Charles Kuralt, 1979   Photos by Mark Chester

It's been a journey of sorts. This year.  On the road.  Everyday it seems there's another fucking flat and the rubber on the tire is my soul.  I mean, I'm not grey haired yet, but the tires do need changing.   And so I put another set on;  Good for 100,000 miles.

"I don't know if I'm depressed or just surrounded by assholes," reads a T-shirt in Daytona Beach.    Understanding the past goes into every day of my future -  I wonder if I'll appreciate life more by hating myself less.  Or, is it the other way around?    And will it fit on a T-shirt?

On The Street: Huntsman

509 Madison Aveue Lobby 3 February 2011 @ 1:33 PM

Unique but understated.

The Turn-back cuff. Disappearing even in London.

A crowded elevator at lunch filled with dark colored coats and thoughts as passengers complain of too many stops and their disappearing lunch hour. I'm standing next to this guy. A bolt of color communicated on a platform of understatement and richness you often see in Manhattan but rarely in Ft Wayne.

He tells me the jacket is Huntsman. "No shit," I think to myself. He agrees to be photographed but is in a hurry. After the photos he pushes his way through the revolving door but not before telling me no one has ever asked for his picture. I don't admit it's a first for everyone.