Sledding in Fort Greene Park

Sledding in Fort Greene Park with Isabella and her friend Luci is like trying to cross a traffic circle in Bangkok. Sledders careen all across and down the hill, paying no attention to all the kids and parents walking up the same hill, and yet there are no accidents. Kids plow into each other, or into trees, parents get knocked over by sledders, sledders by other sledders, no problem. You just stand up and keep dodging.

There aren't too many mornings like this one. Before too long the snow will lose its pristine appeal, like one kid said at the corner later on in the day: "mommy, this snow looks like poop." But for three hours Saturday morning it couldn't be any nicer.

I want to turn back the clock twenty years, pick up one of these four floor brownstones adjoining the park in Fort Greene, for a pittance, and then swing the clock back to today, after gentrification, fix the place up and move our whole family into it. We're old, we'll take the ground floor, the rest of 'em can divvy up the other floors as they see fit.