It's another hot day in New York City. One hopes to escape to ones oceanfront mansion in the Hamptons, else one goes stark, staring mad. (As indeed most of the residents of my neighborhood have, if the shirtless, shoeless muttering men are anything to go by. Be grateful nobody is chewing off anyone's face in public.)
So a bit of cooling, brought to you by Conoco.
I do hope this one doesn't get me accused of being an American gay rapist...although one never knows, does one?
Elisa & Fletcher