Weekends in NYC -- Autumn. Must get out of house -- boys need to run around, get fresh air (although Nate wouldn't mind staying inside and watching movies). The boys and I drive to Central Park. We park car at 76th between Madison and Fifth Avenue in front of fancy building, fancy doormen. We head into Central Park at 79th Street -- it's glorious, pristine, super clean, making me think again and again, "I can't believe how dumpy our Brooklyn playgrounds and parks are compared to this... good lord." We check out the boatyard, where kids steer knee-high beautiful sale boats by remote control. We climb huge rocks, Nate leading the way up and down to safety. We stroll to the end of half-marathon where Michael Jackson's Thriller blasts on the sound-system near finish line. We play in a gigantic pile of leaves. We play in a sand-filled playground where I hob-nob with rich handsome dads in super-cool weekend clothes. The dads and I watch smilingly as all the boys and girls slide down a steep aluminum slide that ends in fine, clean sand, preventing injury. We stroll up and down hills -- HILLS -- on paths that bend around beautiful old trees.
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