"Name's Ronald - Ron," the old man said, perching his skinny butt back on hi high stool. "Nobody calls their kids Ronald any more, 'less you count Ronald MacDonald but he's damn nearly as old as I am."
The old man's voice was soothing and meditative as he manipulated the camera body, removing the lens then popping the back to take out the ruined film. He spoke almost as though he was handling a frightened animal.
Which to his mind he was. An old time photogrpaher would have been hysterical at the thought of a Leica like this beaking down.