I wonder about this kid. I took his picture on a late afternoon in October. He was in Albany Academy Park, across from the State Capitol. It is very likely that his parents took him to the Occupy Wall Street encampment there. The encampment stayed up for over two months, and was torn down shortly before Christmas, after the city decided enough was enough, and that the park didn’t belong to one group. I personally wasn’t impressed with Occupy Wall Street. It seemed disorganized, self-indulgent, self-righteous and ultimately a showcase for the rage and antisocial behavior of a vocal few. Their grievances were lost in a chorus of whining and shrill cries of sanctimony. That’s not an indictment of the left. Victimhood knows no one group of people. It’s stock and trade in the public arena. The kid though seemed so innocent. In a park filled with malcontent adults shaking their fists at the world, he seemed oblivious and hopefully in his own world. He looked as if he was enjoying his sandwich that day, with nothing to worry about the 1 percent or the 99 percent or anything else adults were troubling themselves with.