
going downtown



I stopped her because I wanted to know where she got her coat from….
I made it myself, she told me. She gave me her card…that I can’t find!







She had just left Harlem Hospital where she worked for many years. I was waiting for the bus right outside.
We engaged in a small conversation and she allowed me to take her picture.
She gave me her name and phone number and asked me to deliver it to the hospital.

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