Singers, statesmen, and saints, among others, have left their mark on the Brooklyn landscape in the form of parks and playgrounds bearing their names. It’s a great tribute to a person to give his name to a public space. What better way is there to keep the name if not the sprit of a person alive than by turning it into something concrete and functional?
Whenever I pass by Harry Chapin Playground in Brooklyn Heights, nestled between the BQE and some charming houses with lush, sun-dappled yards, I can’t get his signature tunes, “Cat’s in the Cradle” and “Taxi,” out of my head.
Adam,
ReplyDelete"little boy blue and the man in the moon"
"she was going to be an actress and I was going to be an astronaut"
Yeah...that is "REAL COLLECTIVE MEMORY" which is deep in even the most "jaded" of us.
Kudos,
CM