The tire swing at Mother Cabrini Park has been broken and missing for four months now. Parks Department, I'm looking at you. Don't make me print your phone number.
Maybe removing the tire swings isn't such a bad idea. As my son got older, he and his friends had a habit of swinging themselves in the tire swing at Tompkins Square Park until they puked. They seemed not to tire of this exercise (pun was an after thought).
The original, running Jeremiad on the vestiges of Old New York as they are steamrolled under or threatened by the currently ruthless real estate market and the City Fathers' disregard for Gotham's historical and cultural fabric. Est. January 2006. Contact Me
I have lived in New York City since 1988 and earn my bread as a writer. I began this blog in January 2006. Beyond that, don't be so nosy.
"I am not a pessimist; to perceive evil where it exists is, in my opinion, a form of optimism."
—Roberto Rossellini
One of the old book jackets lining the walls of Chumley's. Eternal Shame on Bloomberg, the City Fathers, and the powers that be that this cultural landmark has STILL not been saved and reopened.
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Maybe removing the tire swings isn't such a bad idea. As my son got older, he and his friends had a habit of swinging themselves in the tire swing at Tompkins Square Park until they puked. They seemed not to tire of this exercise (pun was an after thought).
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