Thursday, June 5th, 2014
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The Soul of America's Urban Park Machine

For a while I was spending every afternoon in Klyde Warren Park. I went there for the same reason everybody went there. I went there to be happy. Why else would you go to the park? I walked over on my lunch break, down St. Paul Street, past the gaudy Baptist church, past the Pearl Cup coffee shop, past the Dallas Museum of Art. I sat in the uncomfortable green metal chairs and I read books. Did I spend time at Klyde Warren Park or in Klyde Warren Park? Prepositions in this case make a difference.

I spent an afternoon with the old man who hands out the board games. [...]

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