My morning walk in Central Park was something out of a Mary Higgins Clark novel.
Rory and I were taking ‘the long way’ in the direction of the Great Lawn. That’s when I noticed the two black SUVs with blacked-out windows on the walking path.
An unusual sight, but we kept going.
When we rounded the corner at the Delacorte Theater — home of Shakespeare in the Park — I saw at least 15 police cars, lights flashing, and a helicopter parked on the Great Lawn. Officers were clustered around the banks of the pond behind the outdoor amphitheater.
I felt like I had been plunged into an episode of Castle. Nathan Fillion was in town earlier this week to tape Late Show with David Letterman…but sadly, he wasn’t about.
The officers who were there weren’t giving up any information. A park security officer said they thought someone had drowned, but she was found alive. But a woman walking in the park a bit earlier in the morning said she saw them remove something from the lake.
News crews were on site, but I couldn’t score any info on their websites. So, the mystery continues.
Not bad for a morning walk, huh?
The Sticky Egg 
I see the light
I live across from a police precinct in Manhattan.
Could there be a safer location?
I’ve always felt safe here. Police are on the street around the clock….and within reach at a moment’s notice.
But since the two grand jury decisions not to indict police officers in incidents in both New York City and Ferguson, it feels somewhat less so. Granted, demonstrations in Manhattan have been organized and peaceful to date — and none have ventured down my side street — but you sense that police are in a heightened state of alert.
Case in point, the station across from my building has their flood lights on every night, so our street is always daylight-bright. When my dog and I go out for a walk at 7pm or midnight — or 3am if necessary — it looks like the middle of the afternoon.
So in a sense, I guess it’s even safer now. And probably keeping the people on the front of the building awake at night.
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