Serpico look. Fall is finally starting to hit the mountain here. Not cold enough for a full blown sweater or jacket, more of a good excuse to wear a new hat. I pass this telephone booth on my walks quite a bit (it's on the way to the cafe/restaurant my sister manages). Don't see phone booths anymore, so I had to take a few shots here. While I'm not testifying against dirty cops or going undercover, if I ever manage to look half as steezy as Frank Serpico, I would be a happy man. So grab your .45, a peacoat, and go handle some business.