Vecchia Zimarra, or, Who's Zooming Whom?

Soon after I snapped my first cameraphone shot of him over two years ago, he and I started crossing paths everywhere. Not just outside concert halls, as you might expect...

...but also while grocery shopping at Cala...

...book-browsing at Borders...

...and riding MUNI.

Not pictured: the times we encountered each other in the balcony-level standing room at the opera, in the orchestra-level standing room too, walking down the aisle in Davies, walking up California St., having coffee at adjoining tables in the Union Sq. Borders café, in line at the Macy*s gift-wrapping department, and the most unnerving of all, the time I was on a cable car, playing Bejeweled on my Treo, looked up, and saw him sitting directly across from me.

Many individual circumstances, but one thing has remained constant: The Tan Raincoat. I have never seen him take it off, indoors or out, or wear anything else. Until...

Could it be? "Ti dico addio, fedele amico mio. Addio, addio..."

Comments

[patty]

I have to admit I was pretty thrilled—well, okay, that's maybe too strong a word—to see him at the blogger night concert.

I had seen your pictures of him. So it was fun to see the "real thing".

:-)