I was sitting on the bank of the Cane River, when Mr. Milam walked up and engaged me in conversation.  I had never met him before, but we had enough to talk about for fifteen minutes or so. He says he joined the Airborne during the Second World War because they got paid a little more.  He told me the recruiter forgot to tell him that they also had to jump out of airplanes.  He comes to feed the ducks on most Sundays.   I snapped a few frames of him; I like this one best.