Flight of the Flying Foxes

I accompanied Sawyer and neighbors Claire, Eleanor, and Laura to Central Park, where three (three!) flying foxes are available for tarzanning across the playground. In the States we call flying foxes zip lines.





Chatted with Jemaine Clement, half of the Flight of the Conchords duo, who was playing with his young son. Apparently his Wednesday nights (“time for business time; it’s business time!”)
have caught up to him. I suggested we combine our talents and form a trio. He suggested a photograph.

Claire and Laura went to the movies. I accompanied Eleanor and Sawyer out of the park, through the turnstile, to the dairy for ice cream, to the grassy roadsides where wildflowers grow, to the alleys where dogs can be petted, to rose gardens where old ladies pick flowers for cute kids, and finally, home.