I’m not the only one who stares out the window and dreams of walks to come. Bucky joins me, and I know he’s as buoyed as I am by the language on the signs that are posted by each entrance to our matchless elevated park: “No Dogs on the High Line….Yet.”All it takes is one little word to put a spring (or a Springer) in our collective step.
(For more dogs on the High Line see here.)
