When I visit Rec Park, sometimes sit staring at band shell or whatever it is called, I am still astonished that I often slept there ~ alone. Unlike other area parks, this one has rows of benches in front of the stage area. Do not know if there is a word ~ unmovable? Permanently attached to the concrete? Sometimes, antsy, tired of reading, I get up and revisit the stage, just remembering.
The day I took this photo, the corn cobs and husks, in addition to other food debris littered much of the stage. It would be hard to say, that yes, homeless are still urinating up there. I could never sleep in a back corner or try to stay hidden behind corners such as this, due to the people thinking the spots made for a neat urinal.
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