Wherever you go in the world, there are these guys, standing in front of doorways. During waking hours, they are usually standing, with maybe a prominent length of bamboo, good for crowd dispersal, or maybe a big fat hunting knife, on display on the little table in front of the “post”. These are the knives available for $8.99 at truck stops everywhere, lots of shiny parts, blade guards, maybe a fake button on the side. In the evenings, if the climate is warm, a small place to lie down, while watching, will be created. In India, it’s a simple wooden frame with rope strung across, the ubiquitous charpoy. I love night shots of these guys, as long as they don’t mind, the streetlights, and fluorescents make for interesting effects, and the nighttime adds more mystery to whatever it is that these guys are doing. It’s probably a powerful world-wide union, and we may never know their secrets, but they are generally friendly, will answer questions, (even the ones with the guns), and help you on your way, AWAY from their doorway. Last winter, with my friend Sam in Colombia, we were forced to go on a cigarette hunt (for Sam) at about 3 in the morning, quite near our hostal. Everything for blocks and blocks around was shut tight, but 2 guys with short shotguns walked with us to a corner, to point out where they thought there might be a store open. Sam even asked if it would be possible to shoot one of the shotguns. I explained the degree of sam’s inebriation, and we headed in the direction of the tienda, which of course, was closed. Heres to the guys who stand in front of doorways, world-wide.