Walking in NYC, I see a man with rugged good looks and a square jaw. He wore a lettermen's jacket draped over a denim shirt and a white v-neck t-shirt. "Mr. Thorpe" I yell from across the street. "Can I get a picture?". A grin washes across his face as he leans onto a stoop for the shot. CLICK. "Call me Jim." he says.
This one's called "The Day I Met Jim Thorpe" from the series where I mixed old photos with new photos.