The High Line, More than Expected

I woke up this morning to read this NY Times piece about a woman who lives along The High Line, a public park reclaimed from an abandoned elevated rail spur that was formerly used to transport manufactured goods from what were once industrial areas in the southern section of Manhattan to what were once rail yards in the middle of Manhattan.

I admire the spirit that compels both of these endeavors - a conservancy group determined to create public space out of abandoned private industry and a lone musician determined to create a random bit of wonderment for a city that too often ignores the amazing things right in front of us. There's no hustle here, no mariachi band trying to trick the tourists into thinking they've witnessed something unique and exciting. It's just doing something because the opportunity is there and why not do it?

I'll be trying to catch one of these performances, of course, before somebody in the area makes them clamp down on the fun. This is Bloomberg's New York after all.