Photo by myself in Times Square.
I've been hearing about this guy for the longest time. I finally saw him Tuesday, er... in the flesh.
The Naked Cowboy is something of a fixture around Times Square. Not exactly naked, he walks around in tidy whities, cowboy hat and boots, all decorated with his title.
What does a cowboy have to do with New York? Well, not much. The costume is a gimmick toward earning an honest living. During the few minutes I saw him, Mr. Cowboy did not sing or play his guitar. He spent his time happily posing for tourists.
The Naked Cowboy has his own Wiki entry, here.
The Naked Cowboy seeming a bit more naked, behind his guitar.
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