Fenster writes:
Central Park, around 1972.

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Gainfully employed for thirty years, including as one of those high paid college administrators faculty complain about. Earned Ph.D. late in life and converted to the faculty side. Those damn administrators are ruining everything.
Beautifully pictorial. But as I recall that part of Central Park in 1972, there was a guy on the east side of the lake who beat a conga drum all day — and on weekends he was joined by about six other conga beaters, and the inane pounding could be heard all across the lake and beyond, destroying all possibility of peace. Not far from that pagoda (on the walkways leading to Sheep’s Meadow, actually) there were gauntlets of bozos aggressively pushing drugs on you. There’s no exaggerating the ugliness and squalor of Central Park and the rest of NYC in the early 70s. I hope the results of the recent election don’t bring it back.
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Well put. But this was my first trip to NYC and, as a New Englander who grew up in a town with a bandstand, I was no doubt drawn to the idyllic, especially with a pagoda reminiscent of the town square. But yeah the experience was kind of shocking overall. Visiting Coney Island was fun but, the beach was wall-to-wall with humanity even out into the water. Like the Chinese say of their country, “so many people, so many people”. I moved there a few years later, early enough to see the graffiti, squeegee and menace that you are right to be concerned about.
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