The Usual Beginning

Norma Jean’s Restaurant, Columbia, Tennessee.

It was July 1998. On a roadtrip from Birmingham, Alabama to Nashville, Tennessee.

That day, I stopped the car in front of a tiny restaurant and went inside for a late lunch.

The place was deserted except for the dozens of empty baseball caps hanging on the wall.

Norma Jean made me an omelette, and after I finished eating, I went back out to the car and

grabbed my camera.

That day, a new project began.

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