It was my fathers birthday in September and I had no idea what to give him as a present.
So when I was strolling around Central Park, I found the solution.
A portrait! It seemed a little vain, but parents always want a picture of their children, I reasoned.
So after some bargaining I sat down and the gentleman started sketching away and before I knew it,
a small crowd of tourists had gathered, commenting loudly in German (which I speak).
Oh, the torture!
My dad was happy to receive the portrait and even framed it to hang it in his office.