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Joe P.So it's off to Central Park for Harvey and I.
It was a beautiful Sunday early afternoon in 1944.
We're sitting on a park bench just inside of the Fifth Ave and 99th St entrance to the Park.
To the right and rear of us, we find a childrens playground, equipped with swings, slides, see/saw's, sandbox and monkeybars.
To the left and right of us we see a string of park bench's that are part of a walk that encircles a huge meadow/lawn.
On the upper right hand side of the park bench's, as you look over towards the top end of the meadow, you will see a group of large rocks.
These rocks are climbable, and you will see striates on them.
They are part of a terminal, or lateral moraine that were deposited by the last ice age.
My eye's backtrack to the large meadow in front of me.
There was this guy out there to the right of me hitting some fungo's to some kids on the left of me.
I did a double take, zero'd in on the guy - looked over at Harvey - he was busy with his refreshment - (thank God the kids can't see him) - and I asked.
"Isn't that Phil Weintraub?"
Harvey looks up - nods - and takes another sip.
Only in New York City. 