“Moon River” lingers as we continue down the path, cross 65th Street and head for The Mall.
The Mall is Mom’s favorite spot in The Park. Not one of her favorites. Her absolute favorite. You’d think she was walking under the canopy of American Elms with George Clooney at her side – but no – it’s just me. I’m not crazy about the pea gravel promenade – but you can’t argue with the serenity of the place. Four rows of Olmsted & Vaux’s favorite American Elms. The wide avenue is lined with benches facing one another. At times I meet a new friend along the way. I keep checking for Clooney but no such luck (I’m trying Mom).
Before you know it the sounds of the saxophone fade and are replaced with something else. Something wonderful. Something they call the Blues.
We make our way past the Naumberg Bandshell, and there by the old world carved benches not one – but four musicians. Playing the Blues.
You may have noticed I did a quick puddle-dive on my way past the bandshell. Sometimes I just can't help myself. We could stay in this one spot for hours, but it’s time to move on.
The Blues drift away, and up ahead I see him. (No, not Clooney) We walk down the steps to the Bethesda Terrace. There through the archway with the Bethesda Fountain in the background, my 2nd very own saxophone player. And he’s playing classic Billy Joel. This is a perfect New York day.
It’s time to start heading home. As difficult as it is to leave The Park – I know I’ll be back…for another adventure.
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