I met Micheline Gingras and Bruce Gilden in front of the garbage cans on Monroe Place in Brooklyn Heights, one night around midnight. They were walking their dog, and I was walking Michael Edelson and Regina Fiorito from my apartment to the train station. Michael a writer on photography, Bruce a photographer.
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