This one is in no need of rescue. Except perhaps from boredom due to the antics of the strange woman making gestures trying to get him to look up. If I'd realized I was taking my own photo, too, I would have dressed nicer.
After I took the trash to the transfer station, I drove over to Owego to catch the antique/flea market sale, but I must have gotten the wrong day because the place was locked up. So I had lunch in Owego, picked up a few cards at The Hand Of Man, and took a short walk around downtown before coming home to mow, mow, mow.