My fourteen year old daughter and I were in NYC on a cold, wet December day. The rain had stopped as we made our way through
I heard a lot of screams and laughter and saw lots of women around the famous Naked Cowboy. I had seen him on numerous occasions in
Times Square on other visits there, wearing only his cowboy hat, cowboy boots, tighty-whiteys and carrying his guitar. What a perfect photo op! But, I couldn’t convince my daughter that it was. She was so embarrassed; she wouldn’t approach him with me.
We (the Naked Cowboy and I) shook hands and exchanged quick hellos. He asked where I was from and if I was enjoying NYC. He seemed like a very pleasant guy. As he and I posed for a picture together, I thought about how cold it was and knew he had to be cold.