It was a Sunday. Quiet, tranquil and lazy. I must say, after a diligent week of Judo, reading books and building for a better future, I earned this.
It all started here.
I woke up and opened the curtains. Brushed my fingers against the plants rested on my window sill. I rolled over to grab my phone. Not only was it a laid back day of laid-backness, but a cheat day as well. You see, on sundays, I get to eat Whatever my little heart desires.
I punched in what I want most. And I turned on the Tv. To my delight, Little Manhattan was on my watch list. A lady friend of mine downloaded the movie to my PLEX database. We watched the first 15 minutes, but we never got around to finishing it. So I pressed play.
The story is about an 8 year old boy on the upper west side, falls in love for the first time. Yea, real exciting stuff here. It was more so background noise while I threw back my cheat day treat. Until the scene on the screen caught my eye. These two little kids on a date decided to curb stomp this bully using the techniques they learned in karate class. And then the story proceeded and they chattered about….
The septuagesimo Uno. The smallest park in NYC. I got curious and decided to fact check. It turns out, the park is only 3 blocks away from My apartment.
So i decided to check it out. Here are some photos.
Sandwiched between two greats, Riverside and Central park, I felt a little bad for this guy, however, although minuscule and unknown, it did what parks are supposed to do and acted as an oasis from the concrete jungle. Great Sunday.