One of the sculptures at the Kansas City Sculpture Park, next to the Nelson Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri. It found resonance with me because on the days I commuted to and from Reading on my own, I was just like one of these individuals, in a crowd but utterly alone. And of course there were the occasional showers to keep me company.
Read more about George Segal at http://www.princeton.edu/main/news/archive/S25/35/43A85/index.xml?section=featured
