When I was walking around The Grove neighborhood last weekend, I discovered that a vacant lot on Manchester Avenue had been paved. Someone, maybe the city, had fenced it off and brought in some ramps and platforms, creating a skateboard park. This athletic young man jumped onto and slid across a steel bar. It made me remember seeing boarders sliding down bannister railings.
During high school, my friends and I sometimes went skateboarding in Central Park. (Yes, there were skateboards in the 60s!) We loved going early on a Saturday morning, looking for an empty first or last car on the Number 7 train from Queens to Manhattan. The idea was to slalom among the vertical hand poles while the train was moving. Utter folly. I'm not sure how I survived.