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    Taking quick shots of people on a Chicago sidewalk for a personal project. Tripod in front of neutral background/painted-green plywood on store window. My friend, assisting me, asks people walking by if they would let us take their photos. If yes, stand in front of the camera for a passport photo-like-shot. 3 shots and that's it. Next person. The man, elderly, stands in front of the camera. I take 3 photos. Click. Click. Click. I thank him. Then I look at the camera, fiddle with it. When I look up, he is still standing there.
    He asks: Is that all?
    Yes, I answer. Thank you.
    "Don't you want to know who I am?"

    My life has never been the same since.

    [photo by jean-claude]
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