Today, as I was coming out of the same Walgreen where I snapped this sad first attempt at photography years ago, I passed by a muscular middle-aged man leaning against the bed of his truck. He wore a white beard and a scowl. He was smoking a cigarette and absently petting his golden lab dog who was riding in the bed of the truck. I spoke to the dog. When I looked up from putting my package in the floor of my own truck, I saw it. That burly old man was wearing a black tee shirt with the words, “BIG PUPPY”, written across the back in a large, simple font even I could read.
I just sat there staring… helpless. I didn’t have my camera. I didn’t even have my iPhone.