I like the Alice in Wonderland sculpture in Central Park. I love how it's been rained on forever and looks worn down by time.
When I got to New York, I immediately ran like a wild child to Central Park to touch the trees. I am like an animal about trees. I must be near them.
Joy comes from places you least expect it. It's usually the simple things, like watching my son play basketball or going through Central Park when the blossoms are blooming.
Do I wear a helmet? Ugh. I do when I'm riding through a precarious part of town, meaning Midtown traffic. But when I'm riding on secure protected lanes or on the paths that run along the Hudson or through Central Park - no, I don't wear the dreaded helmet then.
It has always been, and still is, my intention to build a playground in Central Park.
Central Park is the most amazing gift. It's incredible. You find new spots, new people, new friends for the dogs.
I love Central Park. I feel like I am somewhere else.