The Neighborhood Crazy
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Frequently, and especially recently, perfect strangers stop me when I am out and about and ask, "Didn't I just see you, like, down that road over there, taking photographs?" Or, "Was that you risking life and limb, taking pictures of the sunset while the cars whizzed past?" I'm usually alone. I shrug. I smile. Say yes.
But today I happened to be with my husband when the question was asked—when I was recognized, again, as the woman behind the Sony.
"Um, Beth," my husband asked, when we were out of the inquirer's earshot. "Did you go and become The Neighborhood Crazy or something? Are people out there going home and telling their friends that there's this weird person out on the streets with a camera?"
"The Neighborhood Crazy," I said, getting a taste for the sound. "The Neighborhood Crazy. Yes, as a matter of fact. That's me and you're married to her. Good luck with that."
10 comments:
Ah, and a lucky man he is!!
*smiles* and a *chuckle*
I like it! It sounds very artsy!
Oh, the adventures you can have with that moniker! Though I have to say, I bet these people are wondering more about your art, and trying to see what you see. You're going to open a whole lot of eyes...
*laugh* I like that.
Lib, I tell him that on a daily—no, hourly!—basis (just kidding; I hope for him to discover that someday soon himself).
All of you...I'm glad you saw this for what it was—humor, and not a complaint. Yay for women.
Heheh, that's so cute!
We put the cat out on the balcony every morning in her basket to look at the birds and the people the office building opposite us always laugh.
Hey, welcome to the team! You cover the Philly metropolitan area, I'll cover Santa Monica.
Perhaps I should send you your own mustache?
XO
A.
Eccentricity is way underrated. Have fun being the Neighborhood Crazy! :)
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