Central Park and Safety

I walked through part of Central Park: baseball, soccer, picnics, lovers, children, families, some guy looking for his friend, dogs, no Canadian Geese. I stopped and watched a marathon and then realized the stream of runners and cyclists was just another average evening. 

I joined a line of folks through a haphazard security check to attend a free concert (sponsor: Molson Canadian) that was less than great, which shocked me because I assumed all music in NYC would be fantastic. But people were enjoying the event anyway, many were groovin' to the beat while they smoked and talked on their phones.

The music in the park was loud, but not nearly as loud as people's earbuds in the subway. The train I was on was particularly loud, and it was bumping around like the Coney Island roller coaster. I was apparently alone in my concerns for safety and balance. The headline would read, "Canadian Man Thrown End to End in Subway During Average Smooth Commute." 

One headline I actually did read was about the weekly crime reports here. My advice to anyone visiting: do not read the crime report and then go for a walk in a rather scary area you have never walked before. People were out to get me; everyone was looking at my Visa card right through my wallet, right through my pants. Even little old ladies were scheming on how to bring me down. Then through this all came the ice cream truck playing Frank Mills. He wasn't doing much business there, and with all that booty may have been as nervous as me. Then later, after midnight, someone started ringing our doorbell over and over, so I knew this was it. May as well just go down to the door and politely hand over my wallet.

The doorbell in this building rings in everyone's suite at the same time, and so it turned to a tense tenant showdown. Who would eventually get so mad and frustrated that they would actually give in and go down to get robbed and killed so everyone else could go back to sleep? Well someone eventually sacrificed themselves, thank goodness it wasn't me in my underwear with the frying pan ready to swing. Turned out it was just some guy looking for his friend.