"After we left the bears, we left the zoo and crossed over this little street in the park, and then we went through one of those little tunnels that always smell from somebody's taking a leak. It was on the way to the carrousel. Old Phoebe still wouldn't talk to me or anything, but she was sort of walking next to me now. I took a hold of the belt at the back of her coat, just for the hell of it, but she wouldn't let me. She said, "Keep your hands to yourself, if you don't mind." She was still sore at me. But not as sore as she was before. Anyway, we kept getting closer and closer to the carrousel and you could start to hear that nutty music it always plays. It was playing 'Oh, Marie!' It played that same song about fifty years ago when I was a little kid. That's one nice thing about carrousels, they always play the same songs." In photo: Endeavoring to create an archive of Central Park scenes "to make people more aware of the role that artists and writers have in the park's development," New York City artist Annamarie Trombetta paints a Central Park tunnel.
Mark Mirko / firstname.lastname@example.org
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