RecentlyIhavereadanessaycalledlionsandTigersandBears,whichiswrotebyBillBufordwhoworkedasaneditorforTheNewYorkerfrom1994to2001andwasgenerallyconsideredoneofthebestfictioneditorsthemagazinehadeverknown.Theauthortalkedabouthisexperiencehewanderedandcampedaloneinthecentralparkatnight,whichseemslikeaworrydecisionbecauseitisfulloftheincredibledangerousatnightinthecentralpark,suchasthebully,garrotter,highwayrobberbesidesapursesnatcher,loon,prostitute,drugdealer,murderer,evenifitissafeduringtheday.Butthethingyoudon’tdowillappealtotheonewhoisinterestedinadventure,justliketheauthor.Firstly,hearrivedintheparkatnine-fifteenandmadeforthenocturnalspotheknew:theDelacorteTheatreinwhichwasshowingtheproductionofShakespeare,TheTamingoftheShrew.Atthatmoment,hewasinvolvinghimselfinahappyatmospherewithoutanydangerousorterrorbesidesthepoliceweretheretoreassuretheaudiencethatitwasbeingprotected.Sohewanderedarounditwithasenseofexhilaration.Therelaxedmood,however,wassoonreplacedbyasenseoffearwhenhefoundhimselflostinthedensewoodsandfollowedbyathreateninglylouder.Andhebolted,notrunning,notlookingbackandturnedleftandturnedrightwhenfinallyherealizedhewasintheRamble.HebreathedsothathecouldcalmdownandfinallygothisbearingsthathewasontheWestSide,aroundSeventy-seventh,whereMichaelMcMorrowwasmurderedmercilesslytwoyearsago.Butfearwasnottheonlythingthattheauthorfeltinthepark.Herecalledbyabandconcert,heldonaSaturdaytoavoidtherougherandthevisitorsenjoyedatthatnight.Theparkhastwodifferentstyles.OnewastheRomanticpark.Theother,thesouthernendoftheparkwasmoreFrench.Asheenjoyedthebeauty,heencounteredacoupleandtheywerepanickingfromahundredfeet.Themanprotectedthewomananreachedoutandgrabbedherarmwhentheywerewitninafewfeetofmeandtheauthoraddressedthem,makingthewomanstartedshriekinguncontrolled,whichgavehimaconfidencebecauseoneofthemostfrighteningthingsintheparkatnightwasamanonhisown.ThentheauthormadeadescriptionofthepastofthePark.MoseswasresponsiblefoethethirddesignelementintheParkwas,purposeful,unapologeticallyAmerican.Nexthesetoutforthenorthernendofthepark,wherehecameacrossagangofkidsonbicycleszoomingandhooting,whichremindshimofthecriminalcasetherein1989.HewalkedalongsidethePark’sWestDriveandthemorenorthernapartmentsofCentralParkWestwereinview.AndtheParkwasframedbythecity-contrived,man-made,glaringlyobtrusive,consumingwastefulanditisstrangetosaythebeautifyofthecityandIboldlyguessedtheauthormaynotlovedthesceneofthecityfromthebottomofhisheartbecauseofitsovershinning.Finally,hewalkedonandonandfoundaplacetosleepinthewoods.Hissleepwasinterruptedbythreesmallraccoonsthatbringhimaninterestingexperience.Atlast,theauthorfellasleepandwokeupthenextmorninginthesingingofbirds.