You won't see this everyday!

One day in the spring of 1968 while in Vietnam, downtown Pleiku, I felt a tapping on my shoulder only to turn around and find this street beggar holding the baby and a tin cup. He was making his living I guess, using his obvious medical miss fortunes to elicit sympathy from a young GI. He startled me enough that I'd vowed to seek him out when I had my camera with me. . . and I did that a few days later. I've never forgotten the impact of that initial sight. Carol recently scanned some old photos and now I can share a similar impact with y'all, some 40 years later. It was one of the many things I saw that made me appreciate the good ole USA all that much more. It was my first trip to a third-world country. (I guess you had to be there to get the full impact.) Suffice it to say, I truly believe that we really do live in a blessed country!Notice the wooden block for a nose.