White Brick Lino

I have billions and billions of pictures of Harrigan. I even span the analog-to-digital eras during which Kodak got really nervous. Harry has done his bit to keep them profitable, from Kodacolor neg shots I used to C41 process myself, to their nifty digicam dye-sub printing kiosks. I am trying to balance the woodlewog posts between journal and photog, cloying and factual. So here are a couple of pictures that contrast his demeanor, spanning a few years on the very same linoleum tile that graced our tiny kitchen on 89th Street. I’m sure that even now, if you dig a little under the Russian landlord’s renovation that evicted us, you’ll find a shard of white brick lino. And maybe a crunchee.