About 25 or so years ago, parents would warn children not to go to Will Rogers Park, mostly for fear of walking in on the highly sexual antics that took place in and around the restrooms. But, now that I’m older, wiser, and, of course, erotically inclined, I went there this weekend looking for the much-maligned condom tree and, instead, found a much-loved flower show.
I guess it’ll have to do.