At 6 o’ clock, the Powell BART station is crowed with daily commuters, shoppers and tourists. This time in summer, the sun is fairly strong and people coming out of Bloomingdale’s have to take a moment to adjust to the warm air.
While people went on their way, I kept staring at one who sat on a road side “assistance”. I could not figure out how someone could sit on a tapered fire hydrant? And he seemed not to mind the discomfort that pointy iron seat might cause! In fact, …

Gary Istafano, I think thats what he muttered when I sat down beside him to take a few pictures. It was almost dusk and I was winding up for the day when I happened to spot Gary sharing his worldly views with the tourists who stopped for a picture in front of China Town.
 

 
Gary has traveled widely, when we was in the army. He has a keenness to identify if a passerby is a “good guy” or a “bad guy”, but his indulgence in the “bottled drinks” impairs is judgment …