This is what I expect to see.

I remember he was a Vet. More than likely he was a salty-ass Vietnam Vet dressed like a big white-rabbit for children. How strange. Don’t recall. I do remember it was a VFW near Flint, MI. I almost never tell Veterans that I am one of them too, I prefer to be unknown. Much like how you can shoot an assignment for hours and end up only having one random photo lodged in a hard drive to remind you of the experience. All the people become faceless in memory… reduced to an emotional or visual topography that you navigated for X hours; I walked here, I waited there, I squirmed this way for this photo of whomever. I probably took a picture of the War Rabbit and a child that ran in the paper the next day that made someone happy or embarrassed. Maybe his long lost father saw it and was ashamed. Maybe the kids at school ridiculed him. Maybe this child was staring at me as I worked and a few minutes later they cut their finger and will forever associate the two until we meet again. Maybe at a gas station in North Dakota and maybe they will hate me and they won’t be able to figure out how so. I do hope.