New Yorkers have mostly been protective of the little nature preserve in the midst of their city bustle.
I know I have always loved it, cherished it even. The chance to walk through it is a treasured moment. Over the years, it was a hangout for after school. Central Park was where the family went for a weekend outing, on one occasion having to fish our German shepherd out of the boat pond.
Since I became a Manhattanite over 50 years ago, I frolicked in this Park often. It was how I got from Eastside to West.
I introduced Burt to the Park. He ultimately got to know it well, perhaps better than I.
There are some destinations in the Park that are both familiar and hard to find. I usually just happen on them as I did on the Wollman Rink, now CityPickle.
Walk with Me, Too 