Location: Across the street from the Tune airport, next to two prisons
Approximate Age of Patrons: n/a
Topics of Conversation: "Is this it? This can't be it." "No, go look up there." "No, that's another prison."
Stray Dogs Seen: none
Types of Vehicles in Parking Lots: n/a
Perceived Safety: n/a
Number of Gunshots Heard: none
Dog Friendliness: n/a
Number of pitbulls sighted: one in a nearby idling van
Incorporation of Local History: n/a
Recommended Patrons: n/a
My parents were in town for Easter, and by Sunday afternoon, we were looking for some organizing task to take our minds off of all our family togetherness. So I decided to take my parents with me to review a park.
We chose Cockrill Bend Park, because it was on the list of city parks.
It is, however, not a park in any sense of the word as I would use it. You can't go in it. There's no sign identifying it. And your parents can get into a good fight about whether you're even in the right place. So it's not a fun time.
Until you realize that this "park" is exactly where the hypothetical May Town Center residents were supposed to get on their bridge to go into May Town Center.
"I can see two prisons from here," my dad said. "Were they gambling that putting in a bridge would force the state to move the prisons? Who would want to drive by this every day?"
"Betsy," my mom said, "this can't be right. Are you sure you have the right place? No one with money wants to live off of the same exit as a prison. Maybe that's not a prison. We should go in there and look around."
"In the prison?!"
"No, in that park-looking thing. See what they're hiding." (Clearly, my mom wants to get us all arrested.)
And that amused me, of course.
Anyway, take this off your list of parks to visit. It's not even a park. It's just some land you can't visit that Metro Parks owns.