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Just the other day I was sitting on a street corner talking to a fellow Vermonter and Artist. For the purpose of this story let's just call him "Dom". I sat against my car after a long day in the darkroom and he stood covered in ink with his old Lance Mountain skateboard (the one with the skull graphic) in hand. We were talking about how well skateboards used to be built in the days of the original Powell 7 ply.

> Up walked a slightly middle aged business man. He was dressed in full black, pushing a baby stroller. He came complete with a corporate identification badge and a cellular phone holster on his belt. I didn't expect much but a stern look from him, if any real contact at all. We continued talking. He stopped near to us and said "They don't make those boards like they used to where can I find one?" Dom asked if he wanted to take it for a spin. He set the brake on the carriage, patted his little daughter on the head and tore off with Dom's old Lance Mountain underfoot. His cell phone flew from it's holster and crashed on the pavement. He didn't stop to notice. He went sick on that old skateboard with laybacks and full arching turns. I was truly amazed. I would have never expected this jet setting tycoon to hold roots in skateboarding.

Birdy grows wings. Camera: Seth Butler

> He came back after thrashing around in rush hour traffic; having nearly been hit by a few cars, he picked up his scuffed phone. His daughter started to cry. He gave the board back to Dom, thanked him and strolled off into the smoggy sunset. I think all of us were a little happier after that encounter. A businessman had transformed the day and made life a little easier to cope with. He may not have found any immediate solutions to the world's many problems but he sure brought with him some hope.-Seth Butler

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