It’s twilight in People’s Park on Christmas day. In another 5 minutes it’ll be the dark of night. For the hell of it I take a photo of Hate Man’s old hang-out spot in the park. Hate Camp. He always set up his blankets beside this tree. Looking outward at the expanse of People’s Park. Someone would invariably be sitting on the log. And there would be a court of people surrounding Hate Man. Hate Camp was usually the liveliest scene in the park. *sigh* Now it’s deserted.
As I’m taking the photos a woman approached me. “Would you like a plate of lasagna. I made some lasagna for Christmas.” “No I’m fine,” I said. “I already ate too much. But thank you, my dear”
I can’t help wondering if this will be the last Christmas in People’s Park. It’s on the verge of being 50 years old. And yet the University and the City are making plans to demolish it veritably as I’m writing this. So it’s going to be an interesting year. We’ll see how it unfolds.
It’s dark now. Merry Christmas from good ole People’s Park.