I've been to NYC quite a few times, but I don't think I walked through Bryant Park until Friday past. The bus dropped us on 42nd Street (yes, I was dancin'), and after a short walk we were there. We walked around checking out the various shops then moved to the ice rink. Just after we arrived, the Zamboni rolled on the the skating rink ice and commenced to do its thing. In all my years of watching it make the rounds between periods of hockey games, I don't think I ever saw one of these machines prepare ice outdoors. Later, the machine moved away, and a pack of skater took to the ice again. Even after having been removed quite a few years from lacing up my skates, I wish I had the chance to glide across that crystal surface and skate around among all the tall structures that make up the canyon of this beautiful city. The sound of skates on fresh ice has a pull.