Parque Ejido... could be anywhere. Should be everywhere.

"Saturday In The Park"

Saturday in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July
Saturday in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July

People dancing, people laughing
A man selling ice cream
Singing Italian songs

Eh Cumpari, ci vo sunari
Can you dig it? (Yes, I can)
And I've been waiting such a long time
For Saturday


(Chicago was the first band I saw live.)


Today is Sunday.  It's the 4th...of June.  I don't care.  I dig it.

In the summer of 1980, yes 43 years ago, I watched some old dudes playing bocce in Assisi.

Sundays, parks, old dudes, somethings never change.  Nor should they. 

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