We had a busy Fourth of July. Out on my bike again in the afternoon, I took advantage of the light traffic due to the holiday to head up to Central Park, where we’d all been the day before, incidentally. Back in the day (i.e. before kids arrived and I started to feel responsible for others than just myself) I used to regualrly take a hairy ride up to, then round, then back from Central Park in the rush hour traffic. Coming back down 7th Avenue, especially where it intersects Broadway was one of the silliest things to do on a bike.
Anyway, yesterday afternoon all was relatively quiet. Going up 8th Ave you pass some garish architecture and examples of dot com hubris Once in Central Park, though you never quite forget where you are – the number of crazy people will never let you forget that – it certainly doesn’t look like New York in parts, like this. Anyway more pictures of the day here.
While in Central Park on Sunday Miles had learned a new word – blimp – after we saw one circling the Great Lawn. So you can imagine his excitement when he caught up with the same thing yesterday, spotting it out of our window and tracking its progress as it circled around ahead of the fireworks.
Every couple of years we seem to move closer and closer to the fireworks and now our building has a proper roof and a good vantage point. But Miles was keeping his eye in that blimp…
…then it all went bang
