Central Park: Solitude and Grace in the Heart of America’s Largest City

After taking a recent trip to NY a week ago and spending the better part of a perfect day in Central Park, I actually forgot I was in a noisy city. The weather was perfect, and I was able to run around on the soft grass with my niece and nephew and sit under a shady tree. Upon my return I was inspired to learn more about our nation’s largest urban oasis.  

 

Writing is, at least on the surface, a peculiar activity. For starters, it’s a deeply antisocial behavior whose end product provokes another antisocial behavior (i.e., reading) in others. For the practitioner it’s often inexplicable and for the casual observer utterly incomprehensible. And reasonably so, I’m inclined to believe.