I spent the better part of yesterday morning entranced by this award winning photo essay by Brenda Ann Kenneally. In bed. On my handheld. Via the obligatory a.m. stop at Albany Eye. And the whole time I’m asking myself: What would Uncle Sam think of the Troy of today? I feel a song coming on.
UPDATE 1: The song is called Sam. Cuz Uncle Sam wants you. To explain yourself.
UPDATE 2: Album version, from 1369 Lights.