"Is that James Dean gazing downwardly at a pastry case that looks like a jukebox?"

Says EDH, in the comments over here.

Play G-72 for me Jimmy, will ya, just for old time sake.

Or just get me a bear claw, if it ain't.

He's looking at this photograph...



... and I see what he means. Like David Hemmings in "Blowup," I enlarge the phantom image and tweak it as much as I can:



Yes, I think the ghost of James Dean walked in Madison last Friday. He had his collar turned up against the cold.