There's a residence as you drive into North Birmingham, that his intrigued me for much of the last two years. Often of a morning, this fellow will be sitting outside in his highback chair, next to the sofa, reading the paper. Sometimes accompanied by a mongrel dog or cat. I have mulled stopping to ask to take his photo more times than I can count. My breakthrough finally came yesterday. As I passed the house on my way in to Birmingham, I decided to stop; but being that I was already past it, I had to turn around and go back. I asked to take his photo, and he complied, apparently without finding to much oddity in the request.