The search for photos of Galesburg men continues. I've decided that I need to just stop them on the street and ask to take their picture. You could say that both sides of that interaction are usually uncomfortable. I'll skip the crash and burn episodes.
I stopped at KFC for lunch last week. Most of the patrons were men. So I went back last Monday. I just didn't have energy to interrupt people's lunches until the guy who had been sitting in the corner came back in and asked the girl behind the counter to open the trash. Apparently he had dumped the keys to his Harley.
I hustled out to the parking lot and introduced myself. It turns out that Bob tends bar at Shady Hill where the Maytag guys still go. I showed up at Shady Hill last night with his still wet portrait and a stack of Galesburg Portrait Project business cards.