odds and ends

The other day I was walking and went by a public park/green space. There was a man at a picnic table. He was casually going through his belongings, a man seemingly homeless at a glance to anyone who had eyes. He was an older man with a goatee of negroid stock to use the terminology of the old three racial groups of humanity model. With the project of mapping the human genome it's recognized now as being somewhat more complicated. But I digress, he had his hair wrapped in a turban and has wearing a closely fitting woman's blouse with spaghetti straps. He put over that a dark purple woman's shirt with puffy shoulders and elastic that conformed to the upper ribcage, presumably to emphasize his breasts. Then he pulled out his makeup bag and at that point I turned and continued walking to my destination, but it was one of those moments something feels so unique and no matter how many times you've seen the same things you look at it as if it was the first.