Saturday in the Park…
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- May
- 11
I spent most of my single 20s and 30s wandering around Central Park on summer weekends. And there was a small hill next to the lake on the west side just south of 77th Street where people would gather to listen to Dave Ippolito, better known as That Guitar Man (or That Shirtless Guitar Man when the weather was warm enough).
I wasn’t a regular — I only know his name because he showed up as a contestant once on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire. The music is folksy, ok a bit sappy sometimes, and his leftist, lonely heart spiel is the same most weekends. But it was a great place to sit and relax, people-watch and wonder what drew them all there.
I hadn’t gone the past few years but what will draw me there every chance I get for now on is that my son loves music and seemed to have a ball when we stopped by Saturday afternoon.
He got out of his stroller and danced, and rolled around the grass, and mostly clapped when he heard the crowd clapping.
So we’ll be back. There just won’t be much of a chance for people-watching because I have to keep my eye on my son and keep him from running into the lake.














