Harry was a gentleman street-sweeper whom I knew years ago when just a young man - Harry Hollerhead. He was a small man with large hands and a large nose, that I had often seen his large wife kiss and pat affectionately.
With his large hard broom and yellow wheel-barrow Harry kept the streets of the city immaculate, while also greeting passers-by with such warmth and friendship as if the streets were his – which, in a way, they were.
It was some decades later that an artist friend exhibited for sale a sketch he had made as a young man – a street sweeper who had captivated him with his charm and style.
Instantly I recognised him, Harry – Harry Hollerhead.
Harry has long gone now but his portrait still hangs on my wall, a reminder of what matters in life and how we respect and relate to others.