Road notes after a seven-miler:
POPLAR lookalike leaves on street trees, 36th Street up-slope from Fifth Avenue, not many, past the entrance to the Jackie Gleason bus and train depot, and along to where the road levels, a wink at Lady Liberty before the stretch you’ve earned – all downhill to Fort Hamilton Parkway, the poplars give way to .¤.¤.
LINDENS, 90-odd of them and on this misty day (May 2) I imagine I’m back in Belgium, where running tree-lined roads in the rain yields a meditative calm, the illusion that on those grounds my distant forefathers rode on mercenary quests, or as farmers, dug in the earth, a fertile past and its personal contours .¤.¤.
NOT so in Brooklyn, the country lindens in the city only a simulacrum, as in the Green-Wood Cemetery, at one time the second-most visited public destination in New York state behind only Niagara Falls, but now .¤.¤.
