Thanksgiving Day we did this before the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade. We enjoyed it so much that the next day, since we were off work, we at breakfast there again. Well, it is now firmly entrenched as our Saturday morning tradition. We have only missed on Saturday morning since last November (it was pouring that day). During the winter, they turn the park into a skating rink. During those months, ate and sipped our hot coffee while watching the children playing on the ice and listening to Christmas music and Broadway hits on the loudspeakers. Now that lawn is back, but our tradition continues.This morning, we had finished our breakfast and we were sitting in the park chatting when an "elderly" gentleman plopped down at a table next to us. The fellow was a bit chunky, probably at least 80 years old. The fellow didn't look good for his age. He walked slowly, with tubes coming out of his nose that were connected to an oxygen tank . He looked exhausted as he collapsed into the seat. His face was red and covered with sweat. The walk was clearly hard on him. He tossed a bag onto the table and pulled out a muffin, a bottle of juice and the New York Times. Wife and I continued our conversation, but my attention was drawn to him as he began to carefully remove his oxygen tubes. Then, without any warning, the guy ripped off his shirt. It took everything in me to not break out laughing. Wife and I sat there talking for about another hour, and this fellow just read his paper while sunbathing. You see everything here in New York.
Yeah, I know, the picture of the skating rink destroys the mental image of sunbathing. I just had to include it anyway.
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