It’s 7 a.m. as I walk from west to east after running two miles, cutting across the park to sprint the rest of the way home.
I see something very green up ahead moving at a steady pace.
Imagine a tree taking a walk.
As I get closer, it’s a massive man in lime green bike shorts with a matching tight top, featuring coco-brown muscles, preening in the morning air.
I smile as I sidle up. “What a great outfit, it’s so cheerful.”
He smiles in return, showing teeth the size of Chiclets with dimples to match, accessorizing a very friendly face I find out, hails from Ghana.
He’s here on holiday and loves New York, taking in all the sights. Yesterday he saw the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island, today Brooklyn Bridge and the 9/11 Museum. How great, I think, wanting to pay his respects, making me embrace him like a visiting cousin.
“I know,” I say, “why don’t I take your picture for the folks back home?”
“No, no,” he answers, shyly waving me off.
“Why not. You look so wonderful. You can email, or Instagram it, showing what a good time you’re having.”
He grins wider, Chiclets gleaming, before handing me his phone.
Acting like a sweaty Annie Leibowitz, I take a series that easily could be an ad for fitness or travel, since he’s a natural in front of the camera.
Hubert, after viewing them says, “I look veddy sed-e-us…pa-haps, take anotha’ if you please?”