We get to this nondescript part of the park near the footpath behind the Metropolitan Museum of art and up ahead I see the young couple enthusiastically greeting an older man.
Here is a photo of a young Marlo Thomas versus a photo of Marlo Thomas of today.
He was vague and unfocussed, but she was downright sour, an embittered old rag who'd turn on anyone who addressed her.
He was very humble during the performance, and joked about his body, saying the women in the audience would pay him to not bare his torso if they knew what it looked like nowadays.
Vastly inflated sense of her own importance.
And I've been there: I've encountered a couple of famous people who stared right back at me until I got the idea.