Bye

 New York Post late edition front page headline

Topless old runner spotted alive and well                       on Hudson River Pier

I can’t recall what year it was when I last went shirtless in public. Just that I took off my t in the riverfront park one day and felt the sun on my flesh.  

It made me feel young. I do however remember the time before that. It’s been a minute. Fire Island Pines '76 - dancing on a crowded dance floor with my main slurp at the time. I didn’t want to stick out like I did when I was the only kid wearing white shorts on my Holy Communion Day twenty years prior. Every  dancer had sweat rolling down his bronzed bared  chests. I took off my t and joined them in the blissful end of summer abandon that smelled up the space like no tomorrow - like it was three am in a downtown 70s disco inferno.

While fishing is permitted in the Hudson River, eating fish caught south of Troy is generally not recommended due to PCB contamination, especially for women under 50 and children under 15.