I first saw Anthony last year. He was wandering about in Times Square holding a sign and hollering about some dispute he was having with his landlord. I was running late to catch my train at Penn Station. And, as he was turning to walk in the opposite direction, I did not have time to follow him to get a photograph. Afterwards, I experienced “punctuality remorse.” I should have remained to photograph him and just taken a later train.
So it was my good fortune to see him again on 7th Avenue, one block before entering Times Square. He was wearing the same outfit. But this time, his sign displayed a creative take on the president’s favorite slogan. Anthony also had a megaphone to help amplify his grievances.
There was no need for me to be stealthy. He clearly wanted to be noticed. So I went right up to Anthony and took a few shots to which he replied “Thank you!” As I walked away, I could hear his megaphoned voice alerting passersby that he liked my suit and that I have good taste in clothes.
As I weaved through the crowd to catch my train, I could still hear Anthony and his megaphone chortling away and singing meanderingly.
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