Sunday evening, I took a stroll through Cheesman Park with my girlfriend. It was a year ago when I asked her to meet me there for a walk. It was an opportunity to know each other and embark on a “friendship”. We had seen each other before, but had never taken the time to talk. Looking back in time, the meeting at Cheesman was the first time she looked into my eyes and realized I was someone she wanted to know.
Walking through the park brings up many warm memories. I’ve enjoyed free concerts, Pride Parade lineups and volleyball. I’ll never forget the membership appreciation picnic that got rained out one year. In the midst of the nearby lighting and thunder, our queer group ran for cover under the tall pine trees to keep dry. That would have been a coup for the moral minority if a hundred of us were wiped out in one bolt of lighting.
Further along the walk, I spotted a landmark table. It was the site where I was challenged, in a previous relationship, that I was unable to show public displays of affection. So, it was then at that table, that I kissed her passionately and deeply. All as the local neighbors walked by. I was getting smiles for weeks from the witnesses that day.
Cheesman is a wonderful park, full of skeletal memories. As I walked through the park, I’m grateful for the fun times there. In the middle of summer, there are sure to be more.