New York City has many colorful characters. One of the most vibrant, most radiant of them all is Miss Columbia. This eccentric phenom hails from Columbia where she lived and worked as an attorney before moving to Queens, NY in 1975. Even a detriment as devastating as an HIV diagnosis in '88 couldn't cast a shadow on the unbreakable, glorious spirit of this being. Miss Columbia has long been a true fixture of the NYC scene, acting as Grand Marshal to every parade in the city, welcome or not, and regularly taking long walks with her beloved pooch and parrot on the Rockaway beaches or bike riding about town. Every person that is fortunate enough to meet Miss Columbia gushes over the sincere wisdom and infectious kindness she exudes to all without selection or reason. Catching a glimpse of her is like staring into the sun, sans the shock but with every bit of the warmth and awe.
We tip our rain soaked hats to you, Miss Columbia. If only we could be as honest and free.
Special thanks to Humans of New York, for featuring this gem on their blog just today, along with such a glorious revelation: "When I came out of the closet, everything came out of the closet."
Cheers to you, colorful beauty.