Towl Park Journal Day 31, November 22, 2016

A rainy, dreary day but as my Dad used to say, good for the grass. Which is, amazingly, emerald green.       I drive to Towl Park and ponder setting out my chair as it seems to have stopped raining, but before I can think too much, the...

Towl Park Journal Day 29, November 18, 2016

Decision made. Today is a bitter cold day at Towl Park. No one in sight except for a car load of teenagers who think it great fun to pop cookies in the dirt filled parking lot. The clouds of dust generated are unbelievable and maddening.   Plus...

Towl Park Journal Day 27, November 16, 2016

More peace. More sun. More balmy weather.   When I arrive at Towl Park today, a couple is walking, holding hands. She wears a black hijab over a pair of taupe capris and wears sneakers. Her escort is in a very stylish black suit, black shirt,...

Towl Park Journal Day 26, November 15, 2016

  It's still there. The picnic table. That cheers me. Even if it's just a picnic table. I immediately hear the quacks and honks of the ducks, but try as I might, can't see them.   The park is quiet, several cars in the parking lot but no...

Towl Park Journal Day 24, November 11, 2016

I open my car door and get out to head to the park. I almost step on an unopened pack of condoms. I gingerly sidestep them, scolding myself mentally for not picking them up and chucking them in a nearby trash can. I reach for my phone to take a photo...

Towl Park Journal Day 21, November 7, 2016

Spitting rain when I get to the park. I suppose I could risk it and get out of the car and set up my chair but the pinpricks of water on the windshield make me hesitate. I feel so tired after a busy morning spent on the phones at my presidential...

Towl Park Journal Day 20, November 4, 2016

Another busy friday. The park is buzzing with fishermen and several women taking their toddlers and babies to the park.   One woman in particular takes my attention. She looks about 14 years old to me but I have noticed that the older I get,...