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Traffic stop

File this under News of the Weird:

stop wait goAs I was walking Rory toward the park, I saw a car stalled in one of the lanes on Central Park West. A taxi cab was behind it, and a police car after that. As we approached, the police officers were opening the car doors.

Everyone in the car was fast asleep. The driver was slumped over the wheel. The passenger in the back was laid out flat.

The officer poked them both with his nightstick. It took awhile to wake them up, but eventually they both roused.

A million scenarios from TV and movies went through my mind. Did someone hijack their car and knock them out? Were they overcome by fumes? Were they victims of alien abduction? But it’s probably like a friend of mine said…

They just passed out drunk at the light.


Location, location

Where is the best place to live in the Upper West Side?  I am only guessing, but…


Andy’s Deli always smells of yummy bacon.


And the apartments above have a bucolic view of the park that surrounds the Museum of Natural History.

Now, that’s what I call atmosphere.

Sunday in the park

When I was a kid growing up in western Kentucky, Columbus-Belmont Park was the place to go on a field trip.

Still is.

anchor at columbus parkIt’s an area rich in Civil War history — in fact, the park originally had the word ‘battlefield’ in its name — so we climbed on cannons and the famous anchor [pictured left] during our many trips there.

We also hiked the trails, played miniature golf and ate….a lot. Because you always had a picnic when you went to Columbus Park.

Good times.

Today over 60 members of my family are gathered at Columbus-Belmont Park for a reunion, celebrating the 100th Wedding Anniversary of Edith and Omar Hayden, my maternal grandparents.

I had to cancel because my dog got sick.  (He’s fine now…of course.)

So if you are in the neighborhood, stop by and say howdy.  They’re a lot of fun.  And grab some lunch.  They’ll have extra —


Walk about

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.

That is never more true than early on a fall morning in New York City’s Central Park.

Dog’s pretty cute, too.