All I can tell you about this fella is his name is Charles and he was sitting behind Margaret on the train in the photo two days ago. There's no writing on the back, so apparently this photo did not belong to Margaret, otherwise we'd know the exact time and date of this occasion.
As to what is going on? Your guess is as good as mine. It's a fella with his gal, perhaps a gambler with a very reserved dance hall girl? No? It would be easier to believe he was a gambler if he were holding a deck of cards instead a pack of cigarettes. And I'm guessin', and mind you this is only a guess, he's not a real cowboy who rides a horse because I see what I believe to be a Ford in the corral behind him and it ain't no Mustang.
Perhaps it was a costume party and he was going as a slick cowboy gambler dude and she was going as ummmmmmm...a housewife. Whatever is going on they're definitely early 1960s middle class Americans out to have a yee haw time. I'm guessing he was a big fan of Maverick.
Oh Margaret, Margaret, why didn't you write something on the back of this one?
Just another image from the Three Buck Big Box of Photos.
Also, this weeks Sepia Saturday entry.