(Albany Excursion Parts I, II and III.)
After an early morning rise and long day's adventure on Saturday, Paul, Ed and I took Sunday more slowly. In early afternoon Ed drove us past streets of beautiful, 19th-Century townhouses to Albany's Washington Park. Uphill and downhill, we passed small groups, families, sunbathers and an enormous "Pride" event smack in the middle of the park. Respectfully circumventing the thumping beat of at least one rendition of "We Are Family," our straight trio was hit on only once, if by a seedy-looking fellow with a handlebar mustache who sounded distinctly like Sonny Bono.