On Saturday, JB and I walked out the front door of our building to merge into the stream of humanity flowing into the park. It was nice, sunny yet comfortably cool. We stopped for a while to watch the frisbee dogs perform. Well, their owners were performing, the dogs were simply following their training. But they did it with such natural joy that you can't help believe it's all they live for.
That same joy was mirrored in the faces of the little kids who rode the carousel and climbed inflatable slides. Despite a large colorful ferris wheel, the main attraction seemed to be the rows of trampolines above which children were safely suspended by bungee cords. While the kids squealed and leaped in slow-motion summersaults, the real amusement was had by the adults looking on. I can understand why there weren't Xboxes when I was a kid, but I can only blame the dearth of bungee trampolines on a lack of 1970's imagination.
Going into the final week of my Lenten diet, the time spent walking around the park was great but I could have gone without the aroma of carnival food. It seemed every other person walking toward me carried a funnel cake dusted with powdered sugar. And I didn't even want to guess how many calories might be in a deep-fried Snickers bar.
This morning when I ran, the tents and amusement rides were gone. All that was left where the echos of children's laughter and a couple greasy spots on the pavement.