"Beam me up, Scotty!" Hey, the freedom to make bad puns is enshrined in our Constitution, I'll have you know!
Cheyenne arrived a bit late, but still found a swimming buddy.
These jetskiers showed up after most of the dogs had departed, but there were still people in the water--and they were a bit close for comfort. It's a big river, and we can respect everyone's space, can't we?
You just never know what's going to come floating down Mother Hudson.
A shady walk down the beautiful hidden path by the ballfield (still there, in spite of continuing Parks Dept. ambitions to pave it over) has its own charms.
And I conclude with this image, taken on the way to the park this morning. Why? Because cats are Americans too, by gum! E. Pluri-puss Unum!
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