I'm about to go by him, camera in hand, and he bends down to fiddle with his gear. I slow down, he's still fiddling. I walk, he's still fiddling. I yell "I'm not going to wait for much longer" and he looks up, and sees me, and jumps up, and begins singing so I can take a picture of him.
Peter
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