North Meadow — Attraction in New York

Ghosts flee my soul en masse when I venture onto the North Meadow.

Such a day - frigid, piercing, like a widow's gaze when you ask her whether she murdered her husband by dragging his unconscious form onto the Chesapeake and when it had frozen over dissolving the bones in her bathtub and if she had any recommendations for how to get rid of the hair at that point - reminds one of one's mother.

Such was my attitude at the peak of a callous morning, gazing out onto the poplars and wondering whether this was in fact the fate of a father long lost to the ages. Perhaps the grass heard me, as it whistled past the feet of joggers inundated with their podcasts and their NPR and their Wait Waits Don't Tell Them, and if they heard anything it was only the whisper of a life that led beyond the distractions of some Frankensteined fitness, some existence past the pressures of following the winding paths day in and day out until their salvation of the mind expires in a cacophony of fervor heretofore unknown by even a rural juror. For the mind cannot break when it believes what it buys, I thought to myself as I gracefully tripped on a rock so carefully thrown in the middle of a path as to extinguish my brief career at its sullen height.

But as my mother always said, murder past its statute of limitations is just a way to pass a cocktail party and pass another olive for mother dear's martini, so with a light of her Lucky and a nod to the owl outside, I listened and soon forgot its plaintive lullaby:

What have you done? I like to ask myself In an accusatory tone on days When rain taps against sills and spares the glass And winks at me with ev'ry drop a phrase: What have you got there? Something you bought with Piles of pretty pennies? I don't believe In pennies and I will drown you, but in The meantime I will send down taps to cleave Your mind in two and wrest your nerves apart From a dancing glance to your...

The recently renovated North Meadow is, at 23 acres, one of Central Park’s largest open areas. Ball fields first appeared there in the 1870s and it has been extensively refitted with carefully managed baseball diamonds, most of which are in use throughout the spring and summer. Located just to the north of the reservoir, it's gently rolling landscape creates a slightly more secluded ambience than the Great Lawn to the south.

At the southern edge lies the North Meadow Recreation Center. Its original incarnation was as a group of stables; however it now houses a state of the art fitness center, which includes basketball courts and handball courts. The center also features an array of interactive teaching tools which are used by then staff to instruct children on nutrition and good health.

The Recreation Center offers Field Day kits on loan. With a photo I.D., a visitor can borrow a kit with a variety of balls, bats, hula-hoops, Frisbees,...

VERY NICE ATMOSPHERE , GREAT FOR A KIDS OUTDOOR B-DAY LITTLE PLAYGROUND WITH SPRINKLERS JUST A FEW FEET AWAY ... HOWEVER THE LAWN CLOSES AT A CERTAIN TIME AND THE TONY MONTANA SOUNDING PARK GUY ON THE LITTLE GOLF CART COMES HONKING SAYING "CLOSED, CLOSED, CLOSING THE LAWN". WE GOT RIGHT UP AND STARTED TO GET OUR THINGS TOGETHER RIGHT AWAY, BUT LITERALLY NOT EVEN TWO MINUTES PASS, HE COMES BACK CLOSES THE GATE WHICH IS LIKE 5 FEET AWAY FROM US WHILE WE'RE STILL INSIDE AND SAYS " I TOLD YOU LIKE 15 MINUTES AGO IT'S CLOSING" .... -_- .. AND TELLS US WE HAVE TO GO OUT THE OTHER SIDE WHICH WAS LIKE 30FT AWAY .. HE WAS UNCALLED FOR , RUDE, A LIAR, AND A DOUCHE BAG FOR THAT .. NEXT TIME I'LL STILL TO THE LAWN WITHOUT A GATE...