Location: Between Germantown and Salemtown
Size of Park: Large for a neighborhood park
Approximate Age of Patrons: Teens and Phillipses
Topics of Conversation: "Do you always taste things at the park?"
Stray Dogs Seen: None
Types of Vehicles in Parking Lots: A van
Perceived Safety: Medium
Number of Gunshots Heard: None
Dog Friendliness: High
Number of pitbulls sighted: None
Accessibility: Not great
Incorporation of Local History: Very Good
Recommended Patrons: History buffs, fans of stairs, hoodoo practitioners
My mom and I walked around a lot of the park and marveled at the old building and then, off in the distance, we saw something. We didn't know what. So, like any responsible people, one of whom can't see, the other of whom doesn't have her cell phone, we took off walking towards it.
Turns out that, not only was it a fountain, it was a fountain with thorough interpretive signage. Yes, I know. But it's true. There is a park — a neighborhood park, not some prime tourist destination nor a place people from all over the city hang out — and it has great interpretive signage. It tells you that the place used to be a beer garden and a sulfur springs and all kinds of interesting stuff.
It's a great park and fun. The only slight negative is that, even though I tasted the water, I noticed no magical health benefits. Well, yet, I guess. Plus, this park has a greenway hub, so it's a great place to start a nice walk.
But be warned, if you go to this park without your cell phone and with your mother — especially after you've told your family a harrowing story about park reviewing — your father will come looking for you and you will get yelled at for leading your mother into danger, even though there is no actual danger at the park.