wrote a New York Times op-ed last week about how the High Line is destroying Chelsea.
As you recall, we liked the High Line, though I don't have an authoritative opinion on the matter — in that I probably couldn't identify Chelsea on a map before a few months ago. (It still might be a struggle.)
I do know the High Line has destroyed my children's ability to be impressed by parks.
This weekend I tried to take the kids to Forest Park in Queens.
"Where are we going, Daddy?"
"We're going someplace we haven't been before, a special park."
"Is it in the air?"
"How high is it?"
"Oh, you mean? . . . No. It's just on the ground."
"How is it special?"
"Well, the website said it was the third-largest park in Queens."
"Forget it. We'll just go to the library."