July 2017

Kinko’s Chronicles


One morning shortly after we moved to LA, my wife was making copies at Kinko’s, when this sweet man in his early seventies, completely unselfconscious, perhaps even a little defiant of how, in our paranoid century number 21, his actions might be a little icky to a young mom, struck up a conversatioin with my then two-year-old son.

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