The road trip found us at last wandering Portsmouth's Market Street and the neighboring port-city distilleries. In the midst of the main thoroughfare is a tobacco shop by the name of Federal Cigar. Inside, one finds themself transported back in time, surrounded by glassed-in cases, hand made tobacconist shelves and cubbies from long before the turn of the century (1900's not 2000's) and if you're very lucky, you'll meet Mr. Wendell behind one of those glass encasements, trying hard to play the snarky old fart.
He really was a great guy to meet and talk to still playing his part but knowing full well we weren't buying it. I asked if I could take his picture because he just looked like he belonged here among the classically styled accoutrements. He grudgingly deferred to my request and even rolled his eyes at me and up to the #left when I asked him to.
He's really a nice guy, but don't tell him I said so, cuz he's trying hard to be a grinch. To be honest, my favorite shot of the day, maybe of the whole summer. This guy had character to spare!