Just across from my home is Stuyvesant Park. I love that I live smack bang in front of it. The park blooms beautifully in the summer and still looks fabulous on a Christmas morning bathed in snow. I can walk over and let the dogs walk themselves and, depending on my mood, I like to try out different benches with a good book or newspaper in tow. When I moved into the neighborhood, the police were still chasing out dope dealers, hustlers and the homeless. It's a lot more gentrified now; sort of poor man's Gramercy Park. But I never felt threatened or objected to the homeless sleeping in the park or on the Church steps next door. I was always taught that—"There but for the grace of God go I", weren't you?