Gregory J. Leeson
The Life Chronicler

As a teen in Nova Scotia, I became interested in American college football and had a few favorite teams. One was The University of Nebraska in Lincoln. I’m not sure why, but perhaps it had something to do with the “fumblerooski” play they ran in a bowl game. Anyway, I visited the campus and took a few photos. As I walked up to the bell tower to read the inscription, I nodded to a gentleman walking in the opposite direction. When I was finished, I turned around, and he was patiently waiting to take a photo. I apologized, and we hit up a conversation. Before you knew it, he, part Cherokee, was talking about his daughter, who was at the school for the summer. It turns out that she and her younger sister were adopted from China. I told him that that is where my daughter is from. We discussed the hotel (The White Swan) where we stayed in Guangzhou and the famous “red couch pictures.” Small world.

While the above may strike you as an anomaly, it is much more prevalent than you might think. At least, that has been my experience.

I drove by Uncle Warren’s home. That’s Warren Buffet for those unfamiliar with where he lives. I walked into the Omaha tourist office to ask what three photos of the city that I should take. I told them I planned to photograph Berkshire Hathaway’s office. Then, much to my surprise, one of the gentlemen put a piece of paper with a picture of a house in front of me. It was Buffet’s home. With the address! Unbelievable.

I grabbed a shot of one of the many murals in the city. It is called the Fertile Ground Mural. Very large and beautiful.

I wrote a bit but did not actively seek out new interview candidates. Counting the days…