When we were young our cousin Ed (actually he was my dad’s cousin, but we always called him “cousin Ed”) would take us to Jackson Park. Jackson park was just around the corner from our house and was more often referred to as “the empty park” because it lacked any sort of play structure.
Cousin Ed would walk with us through the park, which was one block wide and a couple of blocks long, find a bench to sit on and we’d chase the pigeons. He was either afraid of pigeons or pretended to be afraid of pigeons (he always called them “rats with wings”) and we would protect him as he watched us run around.
Why, Dave, I’ve always liked this song.
“It just takes a smidgen!”
When we were young our cousin Ed (actually he was my dad’s cousin, but we always called him “cousin Ed”) would take us to Jackson Park. Jackson park was just around the corner from our house and was more often referred to as “the empty park” because it lacked any sort of play structure.
Cousin Ed would walk with us through the park, which was one block wide and a couple of blocks long, find a bench to sit on and we’d chase the pigeons. He was either afraid of pigeons or pretended to be afraid of pigeons (he always called them “rats with wings”) and we would protect him as he watched us run around.