What Colleen Said: My first job after college was right across the street from Piatt Park. I had no idea that the name of it was Piatt Park, nor did I really know that it was considered a park. I just thought it was a pretty oasis in the middle of downtown. When Karen and I visited Piatt Park, it was rainy and cold. I was in no mood to walk around, so I can't really share any experience of the park from that point of view... however, when I worked for an attorney on 8th Street I would often have to run errands, and I do have a different memory of a rainy day right in front of the statue of Garfield (see above). That particular day, I was wearing high heels and while they were quite cute, they were not so conducive for the walking and running that I often needed to do. That rainy afternoon I had the unfortunate luck of having the heel of my shoe get stuck in a crack, and the other heel slide on the wet pavement. My arms were winding as if I were one of those tacky birds people put on their roofs to help them remember that it is windy, but regardless of my attempt at flight, I face planted in the street. My further luck would have it was a busy day at both the law office and downtown... so many individuals saw my pink clad butt fly gracelessly across 8th and Vine, and then the rest of the day I had to explain to people that I was not skilled at walking when they asked why my skirt was ripped and why my face was bleeding.
What Karen Said: Well - It is quite a small area, in the middle of downtown, and if you didn't know it was considered a park and were unfamiliar with the definition of Park:
(An area of land set aside for public use, as:
- A piece of land with few or no buildings within or adjoining a town, maintained for recreational and ornamental purposes.
- A landscaped city square.
PS - Colleen that is a horrible photo! K
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