Simple pleasures

Our columnist shares the finer points of being a bum.

ALL right, I’ll just come out and admit it: Sometimes I enjoy begin a bum. Not that I enjoy being homeless, hungry, and unkempt – I mean a bum in the sense that, sometimes, nothing hits the spot like doing nothing at all. OK, and when I say nothing at all, I don’t mean sitting upright on a wooden chair and staring at the texture of the brush strokes on the wall. I mean nothing productive.