I ate breakfast every morning at the same corner restaurant. I always started early, I was living on 88th street. and going to school at NYU. I never took the same route twice, always carried my camera. After a while the waiters and the owner asked if I was a photographer. The girl in the photo was also a customer, and the owner confided in me that he would leave his wife for her. Here she is posed with the "crew" of the restaurant. I gave everyone a series of photos.
Many years earlier, in college, I had the same problem; taking photographs and arriving on time for class.
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