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True Tales From Parks and Recreation - Not Facebook Official


Note: I work for a park slowly in continuing development in Manhattan that is five miles along the waterfront of the Hudson River. As a Public Programs Coordinator, yours truly handles anything public related in regards to permitting (athletic facilities, film shoots, photo shoots, weddings, and other small gatherings), and of course, dealing with any questions or inquiries from the public. The following series will present stories, e-mails, phone calls, conversations, interactions, and sights I've seen from the people of New York City in regards to a public park. And yes, these are all real! And are all true!

Welcome to another little snippet of Parks and Recreation.

The following true tale is an e-mail I received from a park patron who was disturbed by a message that was left in the park. The patron's e-mail gave officials a tip on vandalism in a certain section of the park. However, while one would think the person sent the e-mail in to report the defacing of park property, their  true focus of sending the e-mail was because of the message, or lack thereof, that was in the vandalism. It is e-mails like this that simply make you wonder where our society is headed.

"Somebody is defacing planking and sidewalk tiles on pier -- with a sidewalk painting, stencil machine leaving a message that "Life is better better [sic] with Havananians: in bright pink and yellow/orange - 5 or 6 stencils so far.  Message is signed Facebook/Havnanians, but I find no such entry on FB. I even checked other social media platforms. I would support a fine of $250,000 for this crime. How can they mislead the public if they are going to deface the park."

Hey, forget the fact that they defaced the park, the Facebook link they left in the vandalism does not work!

This takes the term, "Facebook official" to a whole other level. 

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