My latest “Smokin’ Dude”, Henry.
When I approached to ask if I could make his portrait, Henry greeted me as though we’d been friends for years. Wanted to know how things were? Told me I was looking good. Kept calling me Christine. Said I looked just like my mom. I inquired about his health and asked if I could give him a hand? He said he was fine with money these days; his assistance check had come in. But politely asked if I could push him over to the smoke shop for more cigarettes? Happy to oblige, I got him situated with a cold drink, a fresh pack of smokes and a nice spot in the shade. Henry said I made his day. I told him I loved the name Christine.