It was definitely a good time hooking up again with my photographer friend Cris. Back in the day of taking classes, we did everything possible to harass the instructor, with whom we became great friends. That's one of the perks of being old. It worked well in my college years too.
You see I didn't go to college until I was 50 years old. Neither the opportunity nor the money appeared until I was already over the hill. You can imagine going to classes with 20-somethings. Surely I was smarter than THAT when I was that age. Or maybe not.
The most interesting thing about it was how I learned to manipulate the instructors who were impossible to deal with. I admit that's exactly what I did. When you have men (in this case there were two) who are prejudiced against Americans (why are you even here) and spreading hate in the minds of kids, you do what you have to do ... and a tight short dress goes a long way.
At any rate, in between all those accounting classes, I took photography. That's where I met Cris, a guy with the best attitude on the planet. He's enthusiastic about EVERYTHING! A joy and inspiration to be around. He's also the best body guard you can have when schlepping the back streets of San Francisco for that perfect weird picture of steam coming out of a manhole cover.
If there was a night shoot, Cris came along. He's worked many jobs from nightclub bouncer to bail bondsman, in order to support his family and his passion of photography.
So that's my tip of the day. My second tip is don't buy an Apple Watch. I'm still waiting for that update, WAY past the time the thrill of having a watch you can talk to has ended.