ABSTRACT
On August twenty-third, I
was in Central Park at nine
in the morning with my sheep
dog, throwing a ball. We
were at Seventy-ninth Street
and Fifth Avenue when I
decided we should take a
rest. She was hot and doing
heavy panting. So, after
a bit, I noticed that I was
the only one [there], and
[that] there was no one in
front of me. So I looked
around to see if there
were other people and I
saw someone sleeping on the
hillside, probably had spent
the night there. Then I saw
another young man just
getting ready to sit down,
putting down two clubs and a
paddle before he sat down.
