ImageSweet SpotDear Diary:Another summer evening was just falling, and I was enjoying dinner alone on my favorite boulder in St. Nicholas Park. It’s a coveted boulder, flat and good for sitting, half-shaded by tall trees, with a sweeping view of the park below. It’s rare to find it unoccupied, and sure enough, a group of preteen boys soon wandered onto it, lazily swinging baseball bats, chatting and spitting with all the practiced showmanship of boys their age. I smiled a little, feeling passing regret at having my time alone disturbed. The youngest among them looked no more than 10 and he was by far the smallest, but he spoke with the ringing authority of a leader.

Source: New York Times September 13, 2020 06:56 UTC