
I have happened into two gentlemen at the Washington D.C. USA Japanese American WW II memorial the last couple of times I have walked past the memorial on my way to what are usually pretty weird films at the National Gallery of Art. The memorial, perhaps ironically, is about a block or so south of the U.S. Capitol, where, I might add, albeit cynically, that politicians refer to themselves as Honorable So-and-So and Honorable Such-and-Such and so on. The gentleman who I picture here introduced himself to me as William.
William was happy to let me photograph him, and he was even happier when I showed him my favorite shot. As I stood near William, I judge that he had not bathed, I’d say, in two weeks, maybe more. I asked William if he had an email address, and he said no. He also said he had to go get some lunch.
