The Park

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My friend greeted me by the lobby door and said go to the park, everything’s in bloom.

Good plan for this aimless Easter Sunday.

My route was to come in at 67th. And there were the memories.

24 or 26 years ago, Burt and I took the girls [as we called his eldest’s children] to this playground. There were rocks to climb and slide down; the youngest of these grandchildren refused. I’ll fall and break my head, she said. Burt was smitten with her.

Burt and I frequented The Park. My path today was full of old stories.

Burt worked with a young cousin of his bosses at Q&R; he liked this nepo hire and she had a hobby that intrigued us both. Who knew that one kept boats at the boathouse if she liked racing them?

My Sunday in the park had the ostensible intention of enjoying the freshly blooming scenery. So:

It’s very green and delicately pink or white or white-flecked-with-blue and daffodil yellow. If I were using a Japanese 35mm film from back in the day, these colors would pop. Tulips are wonderful, and here’s one of those famous Central Park bridges.

At 79th and 5th stands a building Burt and I visited once. Years ago, we were curious.

The Ukrainian National Institute: it’s a beautiful old building.

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