...on a Sunday afternoon.
As the circus crowd let out onto the park's East Drive, I had to dodge cars, the "trolley,"* and lots of families in high spirits. Many carried souvenir light sabers and cotton candy, and a few had tiger masks.
* Original name of Brooklyn Dodgers: The Trolley Dodgers.
As I cycled slowwwly up the Dreaded Hill, something marvelous happened: I passed another cyclist. Okay, it was Bernie on a bicycle, but I passed him.
Over in the Nethermead, a father and daughter put the cold wind to use
with a kite, 
bringing back memories of my dad's earnest efforts at
kite-flying up in the Poconos when I was little.
Good dads take kites very seriously, and somehow they manage to get them airborne and give us all the credit.
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