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Friday, May 28, 2004

Memorial Day Fears 


As I approach the upcoming Holiday, I am struck with fear. I couldn't figure out what I should do this weekend so I thought maybe I'll go to the park? I haven't been to Inwood Park in awhile. If you haven't been there, it's the most beautiful park in the city. It's the only natural park left on the island. It is completely preserved in it's close to original state and in many areas you can't hear anything except nature. It's a beautiful site and it's only a quick "A" ride away.

Two days ago I heard that they discovered the body of Sarah Fox in this very same park. At first I was confused, I had seen missing persons fliers all over Times Square this week but I didn't know the whole story. It turns out that she left her house around 5:00pm on Wednesday, May 19th to go jogging in the park. When she didn't come home for a few days, her roommate Patrick Dall'Occhio called the police. Search parties were immediately organized all over the city. Signs were posted on every intersection. I even noticed the signs through all the enormous advertisements in Times Square. On Tuesday, I read an article that they had found what they believed to be her body. On Wednesday I found out that her roommate was Patrick, a friend of mine. Well, I don't know him well but we have a lot of mutual friends and we partied in Louisville which is more than I can say for most of my friends.

Plus Sarah was a drama student at Julliard. A 21 year old actress who moved to the city to follow her "dream". It really hits close to home.

Also, now I'm hearing stories about how women should never jog in the park alone. Like this happens all the time, in broad daylight! I guess I sorta knew that but while I don't jog I enjoy wandering around the city by myself. It's nice to find solitude in this incredibly noisy city. Sometimes it's important to just block it out.

So, while I thought of maybe going to Inwood or Central Park or maybe to the Botanical Garden I will most likely find solitude in my room and be thankful for my health and so called freedom.

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