My Day Out at Sheridan Square
Alright, so I was kicking around ideas, places I wanted to actually see instead of just reading about. Sheridan Square, yeah, that name came up. Heard a lot about it, especially the history, the Stonewall riots, all that jazz. Decided, you know what, I’m just gonna go. My big plan was just to show up, walk around, and see what the vibe was. Nothing fancy.
Getting there was pretty straightforward. Hopped on the subway, got off, and boom, you’re kinda in the thick of it. It’s not some giant, empty square; it’s more like a busy spot where streets meet. Christopher Street runs right through it. Lots of folks walking around. First thing I did, honestly, was just stand there and look. Tried to get a feel for the place. It felt… buzzing, for sure.
Just Walking and Looking, You Know?
So, I started wandering. My whole “practice” for the day, if you wanna call it that, was to just notice things. I walked through Christopher Park, that little green space they’ve got. Saw those statues, the “Gay Liberation” ones. Definitely make you pause and think a bit. People were on benches, some talking, others just glued to their phones. Normal city stuff, but you could still feel something else there, like the history was kinda hanging in the air.
Made sure to pass by the Stonewall Inn. It’s a building, obviously. But knowing the story, it just hits different. It ain’t just bricks. Didn’t go inside, just saw it from the street. Rainbow flags everywhere, naturally. The whole area just has this… character. It’s a mix of everyday city life and this constant reminder of some real important history.
- Took a walk in Christopher Park.
- Checked out those statues there.
- Had a look at the Stonewall Inn from the outside.
- Basically just watched people doing their thing.
So, What Did I Figure Out?
What did I really get from this little trip? Wasn’t looking for some big revelation or anything. It was more about feeling a place, you know? You can read all you want, but actually being there, even for a bit, that’s different. Sheridan Square, to me, felt less like a stuffy monument and more like a real, living neighborhood that just happens to have this massive story attached to it. It’s busy, a little rough around the edges, but it’s got a strong spirit. I guess my “practice” worked out, ’cause I feel like I get it a bit more now, not just the facts from a book.
Didn’t even take many pictures. Just tried to be there, in the moment. Sometimes that’s the best way to remember stuff, just let it sink in. So yeah, that was Sheridan Square for me. Just a simple visit, but it stuck with me, definitely.
