I wonder if this is true. Yesterday I made someone mad, irate even, when I was out taking pictures. I stopped at a median gathering on Tupelo street, introduced myself, sat down in the dusty grass and told them I was here trying to understand what makes a community. Then I asked what has become my standard question this trip, "What is a community?" I got a few answers from the men sitting there on the median. "This here," they said, "This is a piece of Florida." Then, flat out, "You wastin' yo tiam."
Is that so?
When I made the mistake of pointing to the 16 oz bag-wrapped can of beer he held in his right hand, suggesting he was having his version of fun, and I was having mine, I got a tongue lashing.
"Don't we all need something to do with our time before we die?" I asked myself.
What he got out of my finger pointing at his beer can was that I thought photography was an improvement on drinking. "You making me real mad," he said. "I do have a job, I'm a working man. Where am I supposed to go to enjoy myself?"