Lunchtime Sketch: The Bare-Chested Boulevardier

 

Here in the Queen City we know that the surest sign of Spring is not the robin or the crocus- it's the Bare-Chested Boulevardier, the free-spirited stroller who peels his shirt at the first sign of warm weather. Proud and resolute, undeterred by dull convention, undaunted by the benighted (and be-shirted) passersby, he ambles on, freedom incarnate, a de-flanneled flaneur. Saunter forth, good sir! Your blinding torso is a beacon of hope to the fully-clothed multitudes, your doffed Metallica T-shirt a banner of liberty!