Ashyknees' Time Killer

The author is willing, but her punctuation is weak.

Monday, June 21, 2004

Prospect Park, Brookyn, U.S.A.

On Saturday, I returned to my old stomping grounds for a picnic, hosted by my college friend and his Special Lady, in one of the best places on earth. Boggle and Frisbee. More details to come.

If I were a space alien looking to get a good sample of humanity, I'd scoop up Prospect Park in my flying saucer's tractor beam and take it back to Andromeda with me.