I was driving along Ninth street in Modesto and saw this man sitting comfortably in the shade. I turned around, jumped out of my jeep and with camera in tow asked the sitting man if I could take his picture. He smiled his consent. While I was snapping away, an unhappy man pushing a broom appeared out of the doorway. I asked my subject for his name and the unhappy man looked over at him with a scowl. My subject said he could not give me his name. I asked if I had done something wrong why couldn't he give me his name. As the unhappy man turned around my subject said quickly, Sam... s a m.
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