So I am driving home, down Poydras Street, heading out of town and this guy pops his head up and stares at me, like "hey, where did all the wind come from?"
I feel sorry for him, because he didn't sign up for the commute, but there is no place to pull over. It wasn't till I was in front of the Superdome before I could find a good spot.
Of course, then the ungrateful guy doesn't even have enough manners to to sit still for a portrait, so I had to jump out of the car and chase him around it -- I knew you would never believe this story with out visual evidence.
I finally caught this shot and then decided my new friend was probably not going to survive the Interstate. So there I am chasing him around the car, trying to catch him (camera still in hand). I am sure somebody called the police about the crazy guy playing ring-Around-the-Mercury.
Finally he was gone. I don't know if he jumped for his life, or found some nook or cranny. Enough. I had enough playing the photo-taking fool.
So here's the thing. I don't mind telling you about this, but I wouldn't want to have it leak out. Can we keep this just between us?
Thanks. I'll return the favor someday.
-- steve buser