Lewis Morris, John? Yeesh! You were right down the street from me!
Did you swing by Millies on the way home?
Little story about Lewis Morris. When I was 17, some friends and I brought a few beers in a zipped bag into the park. 5 minutes in, the park police swooped in on us like it was a swat operation. We were a ways off the road, and they were jumping over ditches in their cars, lights/sirens blaring to 'catch' us. Overoverkill. You could just see them venting all that pent up frustration from failing the real cop test and being forced to police a park- by terrorizing a bunch of freaks that had no where to run (and no real running ability). Anyway, they took us down to squirrel patrol headquarters (basically a shack), took our information down, fingerprinted and took mug shuts of my friend (he had no ID on him) and gave us a summons with a court date. Long story short, I went to court, fought it, grilled the arresting officer and demanded he produce the bag that they confiscated, and, because he didn't have it, the judge reluctantly let us go.
It's hard to tell, because a lot of Lewis Morris looks the same, but the 'incident' might have occurred on the picnic table in your picture, John.
Anyway, one from the archives of my misspent youth.