>Today’s post was to have something to do with a man in blue, peeling an orange while waiting for a bus. There is a poem about this in the hopper so I don’t want to say too much more about the man and his orange right now, but I woke up this morning, thinking I’d write a post about peeling oranges and such. I started to search for a photo of an orange being peeled.
One photo led to another. On the 24th Google page, I found this: