a city reader

The Land of No Plugs or Wires

Escaping to a city park

You feel lucky to be there when you’re sitting in a park. Living here, you might miss a back yard or a porch if you grew up with one. But when you’re on a bench in the shade with a book or a magazine or a newspaper and a cup of tea or coffee, you feel like you’re on vacation in a place you wished you lived.

I have four parks within a 15-minute stroll. To grab a book or the mail, and get out of the apartment, it’s a big perk of living here. And the people you see there. TV can’t compete. And there are enough vendors or bodegas or restaurants right across the street; you can stay for hours. Go Forth.