Showdown in The Parks
We’re on the border — between South Park and North Park. I’m sipping coffee outside Rebecca’s, looking across Juniper Street, fantasizing. What if Juniper were the dividing line between, say, East Berlin and West Berlin? Okay, it’s not, and there’s no ten-foot-high triple-security fence.
Lovely Ladies Gets Playful Wearing Black Tights And Boots!
