Not much yard work in Manhattan, where my salient outdoor activity that I care to discuss is biking.
I love to ride to Central Park, squat atop a rock, light up and watch the passing parade. And boy does it parade.
Or spin to Riverside Park, or the Battery Park extension, plunk down on a bench and puff, while taking in the glistening water of the beautiful Hudson river, across glamorous downtown Paramus, New Jersey, where the élite just don't meet to eat.
You don't need a book (you might need a shot of gamma-globulin) in a NYC park. A mild-smelling mixture won't do, either. Give' em something with Latakia that will really arouse 'em so they threaten to call the cops!
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