I was waiting in line for the Wonder Wheel at Coney Island. I had just spotted the turnstile for the pay toilet with its garish red and yellow paint job and 25 cents sign in early 20th century lettering and was composing a photo on the ground glass of the Rolleiflex. A voice called out to me, “Oh, that is a lovely Rolleiflex!”. I looked up to see an older gentleman with a souped-up walker (metallic paint job, hand brake, and a fold-down seat). We struck up a conversation about cameras and photography. He had been a camera salesman at an old store in Brooklyn, and remembered selling Rolleis like mine. I gave him my business card, and a few days after I got home, his grandson emailed me the photo you see here.