Location: At the corner of Nolensville and Thompson
Size of Park: Medium
Approximate Age of Patrons: Adults
Topics of Conversation: "You wanna go for a walk with me?"
Stray Dogs Seen: None
Types of Vehicles in Parking Lots: sedans, one van, one rusty silver truck
Perceived Safety: Very, very, very low
Number of Gunshots Heard: None
Dog Friendliness: Fine
Number of pitbulls sighted: Just mine
Accessibility: There's only one way in that doesn't require stairs
Incorporation of Local History: Not great
Recommended Patrons: Brave park enthusiasts, people with kids, people who don't mind scary motherfuckers
I guess the important thing to know is that I had my dog — and even so, this fucker still came up to me. I know many of you think that owning a pit bull is irresponsible and that the dogs are irredeemably scary killing machines. Fair enough. I get that most people in the world think that. And I admit I feel safer in a lot of places in town than is probably justified, because there's me at one end of a leash and a 65-lb. pit bull at the other. What kind of fool would even come up to us?
I met that fool coming out of Coleman Park. We'd been there — I don't know, maybe 20 minutes. It's big for an in-town park, but even if your dog is trying to pee on everything, it doesn't take that long to get around it. So we're coming up out of the park and I notice a guy in a silver truck pull in and park right next to my car. And then he just sits there, and he's kind of watching us, kind of not. I thought maybe he had a dog in his vehicle and he was waiting for us to get out of the way before he got his dog out. I've done that before, a million times. No biggie.
But as we come up the steps, directly in front of his truck, he gets out and he asks me a question, but he asks it real soft, so that my very first inclination is to move closer to him to hear what he said. Luckily, the dog wasn't having any of that. So I just said, "What?" and he said, louder, "Will your dog bite?" and I said, "Probably not." "Oh, but she might?" and he smiled. And I said, "Yeah, she might," though God help me she would more likely run away. And then he said, "Are you done walking?" and I'm still thinking he's got a dog in the truck, so I'm like, "Yeah, we're done," and then he tries to reach for me and says, "You wanna go for a walk with me?"
Anyway, I don't know what happened next exactly, since I didn't do anything, but dude went from being all, "I'm going to try to get you down into the park" to being weirdly nervous, and he got in his truck and drove away. And my heart was racing. And I heard this voice just saying "Jesus Christ" over and over and it took me a second to realize it was me and I went in and told the lady at the desk of the community center what had happened and I told her that he drove off, but there was still a woman jogging in the park. And then I went and told the jogger what had happened.
And then I sat in my car, shaking, and I tried to figure out what had scared me so bad and if I was overreacting, but really, it was his complete and total ease and how close he kept trying to get to me. Just not good.
But Coleman Park, otherwise, is really nice. I mean, really nice. There's a huge community garden, and the community center, and signs that tell you that you need to make three loops on the path to go a mile. There are plenty of picnic tables and the playground equipment is in great shape. it's also nice that the park is a little below street level, because it makes you feel like you have a little separateness from the hustle and bustle of the city.
The paths look well-maintained. There are plenty of picnic tables and some nice big trees, as well as some great grassy areas for playing. It's a great park, really.
I just don't think I'll be going back there.