Living in Brooklyn one of our greatest sources of pride is Prospect Park, generally regarded among friends as the superior cousin to Central Park.
Not only was Prospect Park designed after Central Park—and is therefore devoid of all the deficiencies inherent in an earlier model—it is also predominantly a local park for local people.
It takes a lot to make us Brooklynites hop on the subway on a holiday weekend when the temperature has hit 80F and head to Central Park. But the other week, while working on a story, I met one of New York’s earliest freestyle Frisbee players who invited me and William to join him in Central Park for some jamming lessons.
More on that at a later date but my thanks to him. And my Memorial Day gift to you, this video of some freestyle players jamming in the Sheep Meadow of Central Park on Saturday.








Tucked away in the corner of Grand Central Terminal between Eddie’s Shoe Repair and Track 42, a small, brightly-colored recording booth is capturing the memories and emotions of some of the half a million people who pass through the station every day. Modeled after the
Listen to 91-year-old Harold Slappy regale you with 


