Penance for Eyecandyforthebrokenhearted #1
I'd driven down to Texas from Missouri to go to the First Monday Trade Days in Canton. This was in October of 1998. I was staying in Dallas, and on Sunday, the flea market well-pillaged, I drove over to Fort Worth, in my mind the best city in Texas. Of course I'd live in Austin if I had to chose, but Fort Worth has the Amon Carter museum, with its great collection of photographs, and the Kimbell, and a drug store kind of place with great hamburgers, and a lot of other places I haven't been (reason to go back). I was driving around after my visit to the Amon Carter when I noticed this antique store, just opened and just one room in the front of a house. A young African-American woman was the proprietor, and it was her first day of business, I think. Her stock was meager, so I asked her if she had any photographs. She replied in the affirmative, and showed me these three (and a couple others, since my records show I bought five altogether). She was particularly enthusiastic about this group---I seem to remember she urged me to buy them (rarely do antique dealers get excited about the photographs they're selling---calling them "Instant Ancestors" is the ultimate putdown---those dealers descend to about the Fifth Circle, in my Inferno). I don't think she told me what I was looking at; I think she egged me on: "Do you see? Do you get it?"
Well, I hope you it.