Observations within minutes of each other on Park Avenue South. A dark-skinned man, dressed in a long-sleeved-buttoned-at-the-wrist-black shirt and pants, kneeling in Islamic prayer position on the-90-degrees-in-the-shade-hot-sidewalk. Immediately came to mind the Bible quote when Jesus exhorts whomever not to be demonstrative in public prayer but to do it in their room with the door shut – [my paraphrasing]. No sooner was the pray-er standing again, than an extremely thin, dark-skinned man dressed in cowboy boots, black tights, short black skirt with red tutu on top, silk blouse, large red tote, and red feather boa – there’s more, dark curly wig, and red cowboy hat, came into sight. It took a gathering of all my polite upbringing not to stare for too long. I did however let the tutu person pass me so I could observe from behind. The most striking part was not the tutu or the red boa, but that the heel of cowboy boot on the right foot was so badly worn down on an angle it caused an uncomfortable gait and noticeable limp.