Tuesday, August 23, 2005


It was an uncharacteristically cool (comfortably cool) Tuesday afternoon in Central Park today. I spotted a man with his full set of golf clubs on the sheep meadow just putting away with a whole fleet of golf balls. He was knocking them into an overturned open umbrella. While he putted, he smoked an old tobacco pipe, big puffs of smoke bursting out as he swung, just like the all-American dad circa 1950. I think I'm in love.

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