He stood outside with his cigarette and a long, long time ago on a street far, far away I might have asked him for a smoke. It was 104 degrees and he was in jeans and down the street was a yoga studio that he probably didn't attend. He lived across the street. The building? Dated to 1938, maybe. He agreed that the college students were back in town and made a choice comment about sororities. And then we parted ways and here is the photo. What is it? He'll tell you tomorrow.