Returning from lunch with Barbara yesterday, I passed a new playground opposite the Metropolitan Museum of Art which is supposed to be the state of the art playground. What I noticed is that the swings are actually tires. No disguise. It struck me as ironic that the best swing in 2010 is something kids have had for 100 years. Of course, the kids were hanging all over the swinging tires.
Inside the cab, things are more high tech. Just about every cab now has a credit card swiper, GPS and a television screen. Can't say I use any of it. I'm still of an [old-fashioned] mind that one pays cash for cab rides. Don't really need the GPS, and I typically turn off the TV for the ride as my pitiful protest for being a captive audience.
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