Something to Do

Central Park luxuriates like a cat stretching out in a sunbeam: men strip off their shirts and women sprawl indolently across blankets wearing nothing but bikinis and sunglasses and thinking summery thoughts.

A man in too many clothes, carrying a large overstuffed trash bag full of what may be all of his worldly goods, makes a long, looping path around Sheep's Meadow, slowly passing by each scantily-clad woman, and quite clearly ogling each of them in turn, while still keeping something of a respectful distance. 

As he starts another turn around the 

Meadow, I point him out to Katie, who shrugs, saying, "It's not like he's got cable."