After a leisurely walk about the park, exploring the amphitheater and walking trails, I settled on a park bench perched upon a knoll, perfect for viewing the lake.
My first greeting was from an audaciously vocal young fellow, who said his name was Banter Winggs, of the Birmingham Winggs.
He said I was welcome in the park, but I must always remember that the park is home to him and his family. I am a visitor, and he would appreciate it if I wouldn’t muss things up too much. You know, be a considerate visitor.
I agreed, and off he went, chatting-up everybody about what a beautiful day it was and what a nice place the park was to live.
I sat back on the bench, watching him make his way, thankful for the encounter, and smiled.