Bricks

On my way into work the other day I noticed an elderly man sitting on the sofa in the lobby, holding a large portfolio on his lap. I nodded and said hello and he stood quickly. The security guard nearby rolled his eyes.

The man asked if I was a reporter and I said yes, I was. He unzipped the portfolio and pulled out two large laminated sheets of poster-board upon which he had pasted an assortment of photographs of Queen Elizabeth II. I had trouble understanding what the man was trying to tell me, or how on earth this was news, but I got the sense that he was very proud of his collage. I told him I was late for a meeting (I really was), but I'd return. I wound up convincing Lane to go talk to…