Red Fire Escape

I stood on the street in Houston, waiting for the light to be just right. Then, as often happens when I'm loitering on a street corner in an unfamiliar city, someone walked up to me & started talking. In this case, a guy who identified himself as "The Houston Champ", a former Golden Gloves boxer & Vietnam vet. Hung out with boxing greats, messed up on drink & drugs until he found Jesus. He would have talked longer, but I finally said I had to go catch an airport shuttle (true, not just an excuse). The perfect light slid on by, leaving this somewhat flat and a little blurred result, kind of like the conversation. I'll always wonder if he really was a champ.