Jacson, a man and his dog II

I met Jackson, two years ago in Manhattan while he was sitting,

having a breather with his dog Cheddar. Two years later, in a city

with 24 million people during the day, I find him again but now in

Central Park. We talked about life, where the youth is going, where

politics are taking us and the world. Light and deep conversations

intertwined. It was again a pleasure to talk to Jackson and I hope he

will be around in two years time when I am sure we will meet again.

If it is not sooner.

Very cool and original.

A different kind of ebony and ivory. A dog doesn't look at colour, relgion or sex. The ultimate friend, for some. Both Jackson and Cheddar radiated a calmness and zest for life, wonderfull to talk to Jackson after 2 years and to play with Cheddar.