![]() ![]() Jack, however, could feel the thrum of excitement from the children. People had finished shopping and were heading to their apartments and penthouses and homes. It muffled the sounds of the city, though New York was already quieting down. It was a sapling when the city was still called New Amsterdam and there were more Native Americans than settlers living in the swampy forests of Manhattan Island.īy this Christmas Eve 1933, millions of people lived within shouting distance of this noble oak, but its secrets were still more absolute than they had been when flintlocks or bows and arrows were the order of the day.Ī heavy snow was falling over all of the East. ![]() This tree was much older than the park it stood in and was even older than the city of New York itself. A thousand people, maybe more, walked past it daily and had done so for many years, but not one of them knew that Jackson Overland Frost was very often living inside it. Jack’s tree was the oldest in Central Park. And for the last few decades or so, he had spent that day in his favorite place: his tree. ![]() The Pause that Thickens (the Plot, that Is)ĬHRISTMAS EVE WAS JACK’S favorite day of the year. In Which We Get to the Root of the Matter The Greatest Library the World Has Never Known What’s Good for the Goose Is Grand for the Ganderly ![]()
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