I checked into my hotel near Times Square at 8th Avenue and 44th Street, dropped my bags, and headed out. I was meeting a college friend for dinner.
We settled on Bryant Park as the meeting spot, an urban oasis near the main public library — a short 10-minute walk away.
With my available few minutes, I snapped some pictures of a quintessential urban park, complete with cafe seating and towering trees. It was gratifying to see it alive and full of people. In the bad old days of New York City, the public shied away from these places that were overrun by drug dealers.
Whatever challenges NYC faces post-COVID, they pale in comparison to the 1970s and 80s. That’s when I lived in New York, where it was a rougher and dirtier place.
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