We got to the Common around noon. Not only were there a lot of people with dogs there, but there was a big tent with people gathered on a hill. It was some sort of golden retriever convention.
A less enjoyable memory from the day was misplacing our car. Nowadays, when we go somewhere in Mrs. Scotch's car (which is most of the time), she drives. That's because she always knows where we're going, while I only occasionally do. So when we parked in the Lafayette garage across from the Opera House (where the ballet performs), I assumed she made a note of where we parked. She did not. When we got back to the garage after the ballet, all we knew is that we used one of those creepy-looking access stairways to get to the street. But there's 4 of those at the garage. There's also a central lobby with an elevator, stairs, and a cashier, but we knew we didn't take that way out.
Also, I remembered that when we exited via the stairway, we went up a floor to a door, and then saw a sign that said the street was another floor up. So that meant we were parked 2 floors down, right? Well, no, because there were parking levels that were half a flight down. And to make it more interesting, the exit door we took to the street was not accessible from outside; so even though we knew exactly where we came out onto the street, that was of no benefit. From now on, I will go back to taking my geeky pictures of where we parked.