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Hey, Cowboy
Move over, Matthew McConaughey, and make room for 60-year-old Jamie Trivisonno, whom I discovered on my way to the gym on Monday afternoon, December 21.
Shirtless and with a cigar in his mouth, Trivisonno danced in the middle of traffic on Garnet Avenue, his shoulder-length hair blowing in the wind.
“They call me the cowboy sign-twirler, and I love what I do,” said Trivisonno, strumming his UPS Store sign as though it was a guitar, then tossing it down to pick up some drumsticks with which he played an invisible drum set. I thought he was going to get hit by a car. “Don’t get run over,” I said, noticing several cars swerve around him.
“I’ve never been hit yet. Don’t plan on it. I have it timed. See that traffic light down there? When it turns yellow, I go out into the street.” And out into the street he went again.
Trivisonno can be found twirling his sign five hours a day, seven days a week, in front of the UPS store on the 1800 block of Garnet Avenue.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Hey, Cowboy
Hey, Cowboy
Move over, Matthew McConaughey, and make room for 60-year-old Jamie Trivisonno, whom I discovered on my way to the gym on Monday afternoon, December 21.
Shirtless and with a cigar in his mouth, Trivisonno danced in the middle of traffic on Garnet Avenue, his shoulder-length hair blowing in the wind.
“They call me the cowboy sign-twirler, and I love what I do,” said Trivisonno, strumming his UPS Store sign as though it was a guitar, then tossing it down to pick up some drumsticks with which he played an invisible drum set. I thought he was going to get hit by a car. “Don’t get run over,” I said, noticing several cars swerve around him.
“I’ve never been hit yet. Don’t plan on it. I have it timed. See that traffic light down there? When it turns yellow, I go out into the street.” And out into the street he went again.
Trivisonno can be found twirling his sign five hours a day, seven days a week, in front of the UPS store on the 1800 block of Garnet Avenue.
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