One of the fascinating aspects of life in this city is the predilection of some groups of men for fornicating (yes, fornicating) in parks wherever there is suitable vegetation coverage. I happen to work in one of these beautiful parks and I talk to these men every day. In my park we have two areas, the steep coastal bluffs where the young men get friendly, and the nice flat trail used by the older fellows. One day I was talking with a Law Enforcement Ranger and he described some of his experiences with these men, coming upon them in a state of undress at times. He then told me about the "president" of the cruising scene. This man is one I see and greet every day, but after this conversation I began to watch him more closely. I noticed that he always walked out to a certain log where he sat down and, I guess, waited for someone interesting to come along. Upon returning from his walk he often would stop to speak to me, and I realized that what I had taken for food caked around his mouth was actually something else. Gee, I love working in the park. Last week we found three hypodermic needles and a vial full of a white powder stuck in a tree. The week before that we found rounds of live ammunition and a pipe bomb. So remember kids, illicit acitivities come in all shapes and sizes; be prepared!