Had a good time. After you split Mike and I had a good talk as far as 68th st. On the way back up the other side of the loop I stopped to photograph a puddle I'd noticed on our first (and, alas, only) circuit. Lying on the ground was cold and my elbow got wet but the dank stink of the stagnant water up close brought back marshland memories of growing up on Great South Bay, smell of decay typical of long island, ducks and potatoes.