Many years ago I happened to be coming home from a long evening of computer graphics production work. I was crossing Park Ave near 34th St at around 3am when I saw, to my surprise, that people had picnic tables set up, as though they were waiting for a show to start.
So I stuck around to see what would happen. After about ten minutes there came a parade of elephants, slowly making their way across town.
I realized that the circus must be in town, and that the elephants, who had probably come off a boat at the East River, were heading to Madison Square Garden. That is not a sight you would ever see today.
They were traveling in size order, from largest to smallest, each elephant’s trunk holding onto the tail of the elephant in front of them. At the very end of the procession was the cutest little baby elephant.
After about ten minutes the entire herd had crossed Park Avenue, and the show was over. Everyone started to pack up and fold their picnic tables, and we all headed home.
The parade was now a memory.