Saturday Hania and I drove to Sawgrass Mills, where – as always – I found a bench in the shade while she went around the shops. I had my paperback copy of Joan Didion’s Slouching Towards Bethlehem and the Review section of the weekend’s Wall Street Journal to keep me company.
As I sat there reading a review of Mary Beard’s new book Emperor of Rome it occurred to me what an anachronism I was. It seemed to me that I was the perfect subject for some young person’s candid street – or in this case, mall – photography.
About 10 minutes later a middle-aged man appeared, stopped, and looked at me in amused amazement. “A man reading a newspaper!” he exclaimed with delight. “Somebody ought to take a picture!”
