Ted, Ted, Ted

When in New York do as New Yorkers do. So today we walked down Central Park from Mary and Diogenes’ place in East Harlem, stopping to marvel at the rocks shouldering up out of the ground, the Alice in Wonderland sculpture, the pond where Stuart raced, the promenade of poets, until we reached Wollman rink and stood in line for two hours to circle with a hundred thousand others, elbow to elbow, staring up at the lights appearing on 5th Ave. and 59th St.After that we strolled down 5th, giving the Bergdorf windows a close inspection and oohing and aahing at the lights and the traffic with the rest of the bumpkins. We joined a huge crowd doing the Hajj to the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree, then made our way over to Lexington and came back Uptown. I’ve missed this place a lot. I’ve been vaguely aware of the feeling since September, , but being here on the crowded, raucous sidewalks and the clanking subway and the Park in its crisp, starchy winter look, those things have really brought it back.