In historical Prospect Park, there is a bench I like a lot.
It reminds me of my Grandmother.
She used to live just down the street.
She "walked the track" as a Railroad Supervisor at a time when most women didn't deal with money.
It was unusual for a woman to have a bank account, never mind a job, especially as a supervisor of men.
She was the heart of my family.
She taught me the word "precocious" at a young age.
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