I was covering the annual Peach Festival in Johnston S.C. for one of the daily papers when I spotted these two guys shaking hands with lion. I'm not sure what character the lion was supposed to be portraying, I just assumed it was a guy who escaped from a mental institute and was trying to blend into the crowd. As you can tell I march to the beat of a different drummer, sometimes my mind just thinks up this stuff. Anyhow I watched these two guys for a while and they seemed to be the best of friends. I wondered about all the good times they must have shared growing up here in this small town. They seemed so content just sitting there chewing the fat. The older I get the more I can see how that's not such a bad thing.