We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Now that I'm back to an empty nest, there is a greater need to fill time on the weekends. Which means more relaxation and fun for the wife and me. We went into the city for a walking tour through Central Park. I get to walk it whenever I want, since my office is only a block away and lunchtime strolls are normal. I found out she had never been to Strawberry Fields, so that was a stop along the way. In addition, we walked through the zoo and saw the seals, the statue of Balto, Literary Walk, The Mall, the statue of Balto, and a host of other sights which require only the time and energy to walk for 2 to 3 hours.
There were two things which I don't see much of, though. The first was a street show on The Mall. About 8 young men exhibiting their athleticism, performing gymnastic feats for a crowd they'd assembled. They must practice a lot, they were all perfectly timed, in great shape, and their sales pitch was hilarious and frequently done in unison. I was plucked from the crowd, along with 8 other men for a supposed athletic feat. I had a feeling it was as much a shakedown as it was my being part of the show, and I was right. I was fine with it, though. After all, I was part of the show for 15 minutes, and I spent another 15 minutes or so watching them as part of the crowd. I figure they collected about $400 for all 8 of them after a half hour of work. Lots of people handing over 10's and 20's. They aren't earning a living doing this, but it's a good way to fill time and make spare cash. We enjoyed watching (and being part of) their performance, even if it cost us $20. I'd have spent more at a comedy club or at the US Open (which I won't be attending for the first time in several years).
Then there was this guy (or gal - not sure), and I realized "walking the park is so much fun...you just never know who you're going to see." I think I'll leave defining normal to others. The pumps are a nice touch.
2.1 The way you wrote it was just fine. Pedantic criticism of how the English language is "correctly" used is silly, a waste of time, and specific usage changes over time. Was the intent correctly sent & received? Neither Churchill nor Twain would put up with Pedants -both of them were tolerable writers.
Check out the man hands and size 11 tranny pumps from the Goodwill bridal department. As for the accordion and the "define normal" sign, who knows? The character is portraying a centaur and a fun one at that.
Your mileage may vary, but a dude in a horse head playing accordion with high heels on doesn't make me want to go to Central Park. I live in Central Texas and I could find weirder things than this on 6th Street in Austin, if I wanted to see them.
Actually, it's hard to see, but it's a unicorn head. In 90 degree heat, I was pretty impressed with his/her willingness to push the envelope.
A unicordianist is no reason to go to Central Park. It's just one of the many things you get to see. All of them vibrant manifestations of life.
There was the folk singer who was (not surprisingly) bashing Republicans with crude language. The Beatles-playing guitarist at Strawberry Fields who got the lyrics all wrong (on purpose?), the custom-made bicycle made entirely of plumbing materials. Of course, at least 3 to 4 wedding parties all waiting to take pictures on the bridge are a standard on a nice day.
Then there were the turtles. Not really a big deal normally, until we spotted THE turtle. I have no idea how big this thing was, because all we ever saw was his head poking through the very green pond water. I imagine his shell had to be about 2 feet across, judging by the size of the head we could see. We waited several minutes to see if he ever came out completely. No dice. I imagine he got as big as he must be by remaining hidden - but this head was MASSIVE. I have only seen turtles this big at zoos or other marine mammal exhibitions. Well, I never actually saw all of him....but trust me, this guy was a monster, particularly for Central Park.