On this not very warm Sunday my friend who works at the reception desk (as he said: "I'm not the front desk manager, just an agent.") of the Kitano Hotel, where I have breakfast almost every morning, suggested I take my godson and his mother to the botanical gardens in Brooklyn. So my godson could meet with his son.
The botanical gardens were packed for reasons unknown to me.
Yet the two children appreciated each other’s company.
Also I noted that the botanical gardens are a terrific place to meet people. Not that I want to meet people, but when the day comes that I have changed my mind I’ll go to the botanical gardens.