My photos fail to convey the full beauty of the story that unfolded before my very eyes at around 9:30 this morning. A guy, maybe in his early twenties, emerged from the alley between Milton and Rankin in his bathrobe and nothin’ else. He picked a crepe myrtle bloom and stood (not so steady) on the egde of Hillcrest holding the flower up, shouting sentiments of peace to cars zooming by.
When he saw me across the street he yelled, “Hey love, come here” in a british accent and stumbled a bit. Then several University Park cops came screeching up on two wheels to bust up the show.
Developing.
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