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#3: [15-Jun-04] (incomplete)

11-Sep-1999 -- It was my 31st birthday, and my wife had kicked me out of the house under the pretense of making a fancy birthday dinner for me. This actually turned out to be a cover for the preparations for a surprise birthday party, but that is another story. So rather than travel aimlessly around the city, I stopped off at my parents house. After telling my Dad about The Confluence Project, we decided to head off in search of my selected confluence. My Mom said she had 12 shots left on her camera, and borrowing it, we left.

The trip there was uneventful, and as my dad paced off the southward steps to the confluence down the middle of the road, I watched for oncoming traffic. Turning east, it appeared the confluence would work out to be in the middle of someone's driveway. What an honor! And doubtless they were ignorant of the honor! We would remedy that soon enough. Before pacing off the distance up the driveway, I stopped to take a photo from the street. The shutter clicked and the film started rewinding! Rather than 12 shots left, as mom had predicted, the film had only 1 shot, consumed before actually reaching the confluence. As the neighbors were already starting to peek around corners at the strange men pacing off distances in the street, we decided to beat a hasty retreat and go for more film. As we raced back to Dad's truck, a man smoking a pipe came out of his garage and walked down his driveway toward us. The confluence driveway! As we began to drive away, he flagged us down. His name was Tony. Quick explanations of our goal and our shortage of film seemed to go down well with Tony, and he agreed to allow us to photograph his driveway when we returned with more film.

Upon our return, Tony was waiting for us. He watched as we took our North (#2), South, East (#3) and West (#4) photos. Tony was also gracious enough to allow us to take his photo solo (#5) and with me, that is with Mike, onthe very location of the confluence (#6). Sadly, he removed his pipe before we could take the photos. To me, the pipe seemed key to his "look". Oh well.

After wrapping up the thanks, I snapped a last photo of Tony returning to his garage (#1) while Dad pulled the truck up and we were on our way! To anyone thinking about shooting a confluence, I say "go for it!". Sure, the pictures may turn out to be a tad boring, but my Dad and I had fun doing it, plus we got to meet Tony. By the way: Tony, if you're reading this, Dad and I just want to say thanks for your cooperation and it was great meeting you.