Saturday, October 4, 2008

The Ramble

Albert Camus (cah- MOO, philistines, it doesn't rhyme with "anus") said, "Freedom is nothing but a chance to be better." As we peer over the precipice to end times, it is super important that we all find ways to be better. One thing that makes me better is taking a daily constitutional, and the Ramble in Central Park is a superior place to find oneself elevated, lifted away from all that plagues, pokes, pinches, and annoys.



The Ramble is smackdab in the middle of the park, and according to the Year of Magical Thinking, it is also where Joan Didion and Gregory Dunne took their morning strolls as well.
You won't see a soul for at least three minutes. There are no pedicab drivers, and rarely are there three- year old Upper West Side millionaires and their loathsome parents. What you may encounter, however, are scattered pockets of homosexuals cruising for sex in the woods.
I was walking through the Ramble by the Boathouse one evening when they all came out of the brush simultaneously, like pervert gnomes. This may enhance or detract from your constitutional.

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