Late December, 1995
What was to have been one of the strangest and biggest adventures of my life started innocently enough. With the Trio occupied by their own pursuits and Hudson enthralled by some TV show, Goliath and I had opted for a mini-date, taking Bronx with us for a little walk and play in Central Park. It was late enough to be secluded and, frankly, we were quick enough to get away if we were spotted. And muggers? Please. I’d have actually felt sorry for anyone who tried to mug us.
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