Best Friends

One summer in NYC we used to meet for lunch. I would stop for frozen yogurt for us and meet him at the fountain just inside Central Park. The Plaza Hotel in front of us and FAO Schwartz right across. Carriage horses lined the street. We always contemplated a ride, but always ran out of time. Because of that summer, we shared so many good times together through many, many years. I miss the NYC of then, where FAO Schwartz and carriage horses and eating frozen yogurt for lunch while becoming best friends with my dad was timeless bliss.

-Gina Cohen