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My last stop today left me near the Brooklyn Bridge, so I decided to walk home over it. It's fun to walk home over a tidal strait. It's a mile across, so one feels virtuous, too. Near the foot, in the little park at City Hall was this sign. I laughed out loud on the street for the second time this week. I'd better watch that.
No team sports permitted. Passive recreation only.
I'll just let y'alls imaginations take over.
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This lovely clematis is on Henry Street.
Passive recreation is such an oxymoron... And I think team sports should be censored on TV, not in parks.
ReplyDeleteIn any case, my imagination having blasted into high gear, I came up with a perfectly passive recreational example: I walk into nearby J&R, buy the camera of my dreams, come back to the park, sit on the lawn and read the manual. ;-)
I'll bring the bubbly...
ReplyDelete...or would that turn it into a team sport.
ReplyDeleteI didn't check the comments on this post earlier...aw! shucks! now I have to go pour another glass of Shiraz. (and have an early night?)
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