Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Then there is Garfield Park. For a while, when my children were in preschool and early grades, Garfield Park was the center of my social life. Weekend after weekend, there were parties under the pergola, with sheet cakes and pinatas and people dressed like Ninja Turtles and Batman. There were picnics there with my husband's family, who loved parks in a way that went far beyond anything my parents conceived of. They barbecued and played Frisbee and bocce and ate and watched the kids. These days I'm likely to go to Garfield Park for Shakespeare or summer concerts. And occasional painting. I brought my dog Frankie with me. It wasn't my first paint-out with Frankie, but it was the first time Frankie let me really paint.