Watching The World Go By

Perched on a bench in the park, in passive observation, to quote Pete Hamill, like I’m watching a parade pass by.

Everyone seems to be out, enjoying the warmer climes.

Couples, young and old, hold hands while fathers push strollers as their wives take five.

Women are in sun hats, men Yankee caps, kids in shortie coveralls while dogs pant alongside.

Rented bicycles glide by like an ad for tourism, an occasional rider stopping to take a selfie beside a breathtaking tree.

There’s a girl of 20 texting to my right, a man next to her, maybe 70, reading the Times. It’s Sunday, so there’s a commingling of ease almost as though we were all sitting for Seurat or Claude Monet.   

A couple of birds bathe in a puddle while squirrels sprint, halting like gray-haired panhandlers.

Spare nuts…spare nuts. Can ya help a guy out?

 I hear music coming from blankets where bodies sprawl, basking in the sunshine. A woman in a pink bikini with the straps peeled down brushes her long, blonde hair.

Bells of a Mr. Softie truck chime in the distance.

A man of color sells bottles of Poland Spring for a buck a pop.

The hotdog vendor is busy feeding tourists while locals, knowing better, opt for the deli.

A Latino family enjoys a picnic at one of the many redwood tables strewed with paper plates and cups, festive napkins, bright colored bowls I’m guessing, filled with beans and potato salad. A little boy is eating a chicken wing with a napkin tucked under his chin. I smile, remembering my grandfather who too would shield his white Fruit of the Loom from the perils of oil olive and mayonnaise.

A Beagle is about to pass, but stops to sniff my pockets. “Oh I’m sorry,” says his mistress, “he’s such a little beggar.”

“More an optimist, I’d say, since you just never know who may have a cookie on hand.”

She grins, loping off to answer her flashing phone.

Note to self: biscuits, bread for the birds and nuts for impoverished squirrels.


Next time.  



About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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15 Responses to Watching The World Go By

  1. Patricia says:

    Sounds delightful. If it wasn’t 98* and humid I would consider a walk to the park. I did go for a walk early this morning…It was only 92*.

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  2. Yes indeed! Always fill your pocket with food for your friends!

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  3. Always thinking of others: whether animals or people. That’s nice.

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  4. You write descriptions like this that really put the reader there with you. Central park always sounds so convivial when you describe it. A great place for people watching. Sounds like it’s still hot there. It was almost cold here today with overcast skies and off and on rain. A wonderful break, I think. 🙂

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    • I think it will be warm for a while with patches of rain. I sound like Mr. G, our local weatherman. Central Park is very special. Fredrick Law Olmstead and his sidekick, Calvert Vaux, its creators, would be so pleased it’s so loved.

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  5. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, you’ve painted a comprehensive picture of a beautiful day. A pocketful of biscuit, bread, and nuts is better than a pocketful of rye. Don’t forget to add a sugarless lollypop for the sobbing toddler, ha ha!

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    • Making a note…lollies…I can load up at the bank that has bowls of them I’m betting for just that reason. I appreciate you reading what I write Skinny. Means the world. Have a nice weekend.


  6. Ahhh …. You brought me right to the next bench watching you watching the many scenes of Central Park. The Beagle sniffing made me laugh and think about Chester, who could smell a treat a mile away.

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