cold and these people were standing on the street looking at pictures I had taken
last summer. Their comments were interesting to listen to; "I know him, he's in
jail", "Is she still around? No, she's living with her brother in Milwaukee ".
As I listened to them It suddenly came to me that they were gossiping. They were
looking at a family album, and discussing the people shown in it. They knew almost
all of the folks in the pictures and knew something about their lives.
They cared about the people in those
pictures. It's a village.