Archive for the 'Central Park' Category

heat

26Apr09

Eighty-nine degrees and sunny, humid, in Central Park.  Twenty-something slim women wearing midriff sports bra tops running in one direction, men by themselves and in pairs, topless and beaded with sweat, running in the opposite direction, eyes hidden by sunglasses.


Dressed in cordovan penny loafers, chinos, white shirts with Trinity ties – navy blue with gold shield motifs – and blue blazers, we hopped on the #96 crosstown bus at 7:15, no matter what the weather.

In grades 1 to 3, Roddy, Danny and I had a fourth grade chaperone, compensated by our parents for his [...]


There was a time when, as a five-year-old, I would make mud pies in Central Park for the two old Jewish men who used to sit on the rotting green park bench and kvetch and feed the pigeons with dried bread crumbs, and I made one once with pieces of colored glass sticking out of [...]


Cad

26May07

Eddie’s white stretch limo glided by around 5:30 in the opposite lane heading toward campus to pick up him and his girlfriend Ann. My colleague Terry’s eldest child has his prom tonight. Since Terry lives on the school property, Eddie and his date will take their pictures on the grounds, probably standing somewhere in the [...]