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Metro Diary

Since the Times didn't want it, here's my own little Metropolitan Diary entry:

On an oppressive July afternoon in Central Park, I zoomed past an older woman who was making a slow march to the benches so I could nab the closest seat. When she approached me, she said, “I knew you were going to sit there.” I sheepishly apologized and moved to the next bench over.


A few minutes later, the sun came through the trees shining its hot spotlight right on me. The older woman asked, “Would you like to sit in the shade?” and we shared her bench for the rest of the afternoon.

posted by Tina @ 9:52 PM