Last week, sitting around a lovely bottle of cotes-du-Rhone with my good friend Alun, he related a story apropos of this magical place. A story that has since left me reeling: listen to this! 
The first friday of every month a group of crazy runners (of which Alun is a part) meet at McCarren Park in Brooklyn at 7:30 in the morning all wearing salmon colored tee-shirts. Why? Well this is where it becomes grandiose. This gentle band of poetic crazies have decided, on this “holy” day, to momentarily become salmons and run in the streets of Brooklyn against the traffic like salmon swimming upstream. After running three or four miles they end their run in the sublime factory of smoked fish and make the purchases that they will savor together at the edge of the East River.
Isn’t that a great story? Damn, I think I can even see myself taking up running…
