Showing posts with label Alice in Wonderland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alice in Wonderland. Show all posts

Friday, May 15, 2015

Alice Is On Fire

August 1961, Rory is 5, I'm 7 and it's 96 degrees. We have shorts, tee-shirts and sneakers on. Mom couldn't take the heat in our airless apartment and dragged the three of us over to Central Park. We start racing ahead down the path to the Alice in Wonderland statute after my father yells, "Who's King of the Mountain?" In a side glance I catch Mom muttering, "Shit Head," towards Dad.

Rory and I get there at the same time and jump on. To pull ourselves up, I grab the Mad Hatter's Hat and Rory hangs on to the Rabbit's ear. We scream simultaneously, "Ouch!!!!!" Our hands are on fire, our shins are cooking and the only way to get down is to use our hands and knees to shimmy backwards across the scorching toadstools.  I think Rory's hands were beginning to smoke. He's down runs to Mom, she says "Nice job, Bob," to my father, and I run over to Sailboat Lake to put my thumping hands in the water.

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Monday, January 10, 2011

My Best Moments on Earth

There is a certain age where wonderful things that you begin to do a number of times on your own become old hat. The first time I was in Central Park at night as a boy with my father and brother sleigh riding stands out as one of my best moments on earth.

Before we hit Cherry and Pilgrim Hills, we ran around and visited the things we loved, things we never saw in the dark before: Alice in Wonderland, Sailboat Lake, Hans Christian Anderson, and Balto the hero sled dog.

We saw what they saw at night, it was amazing. These images still burn light on the walls of my brain.


Feeling in an English Beat mood, "I know I'm shouting, I like to shout."