_____While walking down the Third Creek bike path with a friend, I came upon a weeping man. I approached him and offered help, and he told me his story. He'd been living in the adjacent woods, squatting there in tents with his lover. One day when they were to prepare food, there was an accident with some gas and she was killed. This was the cause of his tears - and he had decided to return to another state where he had family. I gave him five bucks to help with bus fare, and still weeping, the man blessed me and wished me god-speed - and gave me these sunglasses. They were sitting on my desk a day or two later, when I noticed the interesting way they reflected my ceiling lights. How could I not take the picture?