You see, I have this little problem with my apartment...I live in the West Sixties, just half a block from Central Park.My rent is $85 a month.It used to be eighty until last July when Mrs.Lieberman (Frances Lax), the landlady, put in a second-hand air conditioning unit.It""s a real nice apartment - nothing fancy - but kind of cozy - just right for a bachelor.The only problem is - I can""t always get in when I want to.He is seated at his impersonal gray steel desk, with a nameplate on the side of his desk, in a sea of similar desks and expressionless-faced employees under fluorescent lights in the center of the 19th floor.Debasing himself in order to mis-appropriate her earnings, he tells her that she will be paid the following Monday...if you really feel you should do this, then you should do it." The next day (and for days to come), neighbors gathered on the road nearby to watch as "damned fool" Ray plowed under his cornfield and constructed a baseball diamond (with bleachers and floodlights) - a self-destructive non-sensical decision.He amuses them with his country manners, awkwardly carrying a cage of home-ing pigeons (his "little-feathered friends") and continually fumbling with his hat in his hands.