Coin Fishing

2004.  He did roll up his coat sleeve, but it immediately came down as his arm went into the reflecting pool at the Metropolitan Museum.  I just found his look so old-timer, and it wasn’t that long ago.  He reminded me of somebody from Angela’s Ashes.  Maybe the disappearing dad.

I ran into him many times after this, especially during St. Pat’s day.

We used to use a long hanger (unbent) with chewing gum on the end, to poke down into subway gratings, trying to pull up something valuable.  But that was when a quarter actually bought something, and we were practically just out of diapers.

Fishing for Coins
Metropolitan Reflection Pool

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