Strolling In The Park
Central Park’s 72nd Street Boat Pond…11 a.m.
It’s our first spring day, or blazer weather as I like to call it. The air is fresh with a hearty breeze wooing like a lusty call girl.
I’m sitting at a green lattice cafe table sipping tea surrounded by a group of other strollers taking five.
On my left are two spry men well into their 80s eying all the women as if it were a lavish buffet.
As I…
View On WordPress
0 notes
Stoned With Alexander Hamilton
Once again I found myself near Trinity Church, deciding to pay another visit to Alexander Hamilton buried in their graveyard.
When I entered, a group of 15 or so people were in the midst of a tour. I hesitated, not wanting to intrude, but then thought, what would Alex do if he were me?
I knew immediately…step aside, step aside.
To be polite, I wouldn’t linger. I’d just place my stone I had…
View On WordPress
0 notes