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I cannot tell you how many times I have shown up at events with a couple of cameras around my neck, a gadget bag full of odds & ends and a lighting kit and have been asked that question. If it happened once every few years, that would be one thing. But it happens a LOT. It's like getting pulled over by the police and he's standing there with uniform, gun, flashing lights and asking him "Are you a cop?" I would love to come back with a witty reply, such as "No, I am Jesus. Don't you recognize my beard?" However, I cannot be that rude.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

A Neighbors Christmas Tree

One of my  neighbors, and older man that lived a few houses down the street from me, died some time ago. I didn't know him well. He lived alone and evidently had no children, no living siblings. A sign has appeared in the front yard of his home saying it will be auctioned in a tax sale. A couple of weeks ago someone or group opened the house up and sold most of his belongings. I was vaguely interested in biddingt on the property as a rental investment. So I went inside to checki it out. This Christmas tree was in an upstairs bedroom.

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