Most benches in parks have inscriptions on them, dedications to someone, “In memory of…”. Not this one, down in a far corner of this park. Looks old enough that I think it’s not just that they’ve not gotten around to putting the plaque on the back. It would be nice if, when I am gone, someone would remember me with a little sign on a bench. But I’m not so sure I’d want it mounted on a bench—maybe on a bike instead, something that moves down new paths to places never seen before, maybe even just a little dangerous.