Many years ago, I came to New York on a vacation. I would have to say it was probably in 1994, or sometime around there. On my visit, I can remember going through Newark - through the train station. I remember thinking what a dirty, scary place Newark was. It could have been that I was young and had never been to New York area before. But, I do think that I wasn't THAT naive.
Reading the paper a few weeks ago, I found out that there is a huge Cherry Blossom festival each year in Newark. I was thinking to myself, wondering how nasty icky Newark could have a Cherry Blossom Festival and decided to make it a plan to go and check it out.
So, over a long holiday weekend, I ventured to Newark. I was a little leary about taking the local Newark subway, but friends of mine told me it would be fine in the day time. So, camera in tow, I headed out.
The Newark subway was much nicer and cleaner than the New York subway. The park was beautiful, and I could have sat and looked at the purple and pink flowers all day. The wind was blowing the petals off the trees and making a carpet of pink and purple on the ground. What a great day.
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