
OK, so there's no such place as "Central Park East", I don't think, but it seems like an appropriate name for this view across
Conservatory Water, where adult screwballs entertain kids with their tiny remote-controlled motorized yachts. I fondly recall the time some guy (who was all hopped up on goofballs or some shit)
leaped into the water and started smashing the boats with a
whiffle-ball bat while shouting "Remember Pearl Harbor!" It was a good show. The little kiosk is Central Park Sailboat, where
Jeff and I recently enjoyed a tepid $8 plastic cup of Budweiser. Behind the trees, the building on the far right is
927 Fifth Avenue, home to Mary Tyler Moore and the most famous non-human New Yorker,
Pale Male, who, unlike Ms. Moore, still appears in movies.
Labels: Central Park, Morning View