The Living Room

While I was strolling around Union Square on my day off I found myself sauntering up to two adorable old men.

Picture 80-something grandfather types. They had their suspenders, and their dandy Easter Sunday looking straw hats with piped ribbon just above the brim. Their shirts were tucked into their adorable Docker shorts that were pulled far too high. Each of them carried their own lawn chair as they waddled slowly down University towards 14th street.

Besides their adorably un-dapper attire I couldn't help but listen to their rich Long Island accents as these two old fogies strolled into New York's Living room, Union Square.

Taller Old Man: "So you'll never believe this."

Short Old Man: "Whaaaaaaauuuuuttttt?"

T.O.M.: " It was only fouuuuurrrrteeeeen ninety fiiiiiIIIIIvvvvveeee for a year long subscription."

S.O.M.: "You're kidden me! Only fouurrrrrtttteeeennnnn ninety fiiiiIIIIIvvvveee?"

T.O.M.:"Yeah, who knew?"

S.O.M.:"A whole year?(in total disbelief.) Wow! A year subscription to Playboy for only fooouuurrrteeeeen nintey FiiiiIIIIvvvveeeee!"

T.O.M.: " It must be from all the advertisements."

S.O.M.: " Wow. A whole year. I can't imagine."


They strolled on into the park. I smiled, looked around and hoped that someone else had heard this. But I was alone in the moment. Just me and the Grandpa's, talking about Playboy in the living room.

I love New York.