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We used to roam the streets of New York together, and I liked to photograph Jimmy observing others. He had a great natural curiosity about people, was a collector of street vignettes, and I was forever amazed at the oddities he would stumble on to. One of the oddest was Jimmy’s passing a store one day and pausing to see what one of the two little girls had in her hand. What was it? A chicken head. Only Jimmy would happen upon such surreal situations.