I had a glimpse into an alternate universe today while waiting to cross Park Avenue. I looked over and saw a man who was the spitting image of Dick Cheney—sixtyish, balding, white-haired, very stout.

Except...

This guy was wearing tan loafers, blue jeans, and a short-sleeved linen shirt. He had pierced ears and was wearing thick steel hoops, and had an abstract turquoise tattoo on the back of his right hand. A nylon backpack was slung over his shoulder. He was walking with a male companion.

God. If only. If only Dick Cheney had gone the aging gay hippie route.