I went to Central Park for the first time today. There was a man who I knew from New Brunswick. His name was Charlie Morris, I think it's important to remember names. Anyway, he told me he'd worked for six months in New York City, told me all about the park. I wonder how different it is now than it was then.
I wonder what Charlie would think of this. Not sure what I think of it myself, but I sat under it for a good long hour. The ground was not so cold and I've never felt so reverent eating a tuna sandwich