Popsicle in hand, I made my way towards Rumsey playfield, where a pleasant jazz concert was going on. “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” one of the security guards asked his coworker as I approached, but neither of them made eye contact with me. I continued gaily onwards, stopping to pet a couple of cute dogs, whose owners were all very obliging in discussing the merits of various breeds with me. (Did you know that French bulldogs are good apartment dogs? Now you do.) I also stopped to smell some pretty flowers, and began to feel at one with nature.
(This woman was trying to keep her dog from eating a cigarette butt.)
As I came upon one of the park’s main thoroughfares, a nice tourist from California asked if she could take my picture. “Sure,” I replied cheerfully. After I posed for her vacation scrapbook, Jennifer took a picture of us together. The things you see in New York City!