Not yet noon, July 3rd in Albuquerque, NM, on my way to Camera & Darkroom, I passed this fellow standing in the median, across from the entrance to the university. The sight of him is arresting - what in the hell is this person doing standing in 90+ degrees, in such an outfit?

John's been hawking the special for "years" he says. The pay is peanuts. He's sweating, but polite - "Most people don't bother to ask if they can photograph me. They just shove cameras at me, not even a 'hello!'."

He asks where I'm from, what I'm doing in ABQ, where I'm headed next. I worry about the guy, wonder how any human could withstand brutal heat and sun inside of that get-up.

"One more.", I say.
"No problem," says John, "but if you could spare a few coins...."
His voice trails as a car passes with horn honking.
I tell him I can do that, head back to my car, drive by him with a fistful of quarters which are dropped into his palm with a simple "Thank you!"
