Nothing like a 90-degree day to make you want to
spend some time shirtless in the sun, and that’s true whether you’re a woman or
a man. Thankfully, we live in New York City, where women and men have the equal
right to do it.
Ten of us made the trek out to the little sylvan
grotto in Central Park known as “Strawberry Fields,” near where John Lennon
lived and died, and yes, there really are tiny strawberries growing there in
the grass. (No, we didn’t eat any.) Several birds came to say hello, also
one tiny slug. We got curious looks from several school groups and packs
of tourists who walked past on the path beyond the fence, and a visit from two
friendly police officers who said they told someone who complained to them about
us that we were entirely within our rights and didn’t have to do anything
different. Chalk one up for the NYPD.
One trio of obnoxious guys made loud remarks as
they passed and then seemed surprised when we said no thanks to their offer to
come sit with us. But most people just gave us a passing glance or a smile.
“Are you New Yorkers?” asked one gentleman, and when we said we were, he
replied, “God bless America.”
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Well done, ladies! |
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