City Parks Gym
In the dimly lit gym, the sunlight cutting through cracked windows and spilling into the room, the sounds of sparring, jump ropes, and men striving for greatness –no matter where they found it, City Parks Gym was a small place in New York City that, in late 1961 and early 1962 it was the place to be. The gym held little inspiration, though a few pictures tacked haphazardly to the walls, and the lockers, reminded each fighter there what he was striving for, what he was grinding beyond the pain and into agony to achieve. Today, City Parks Gym is a nothing more than a ghost, barely a blip on the historical radar. But if you listen close, you may still be able to hear the raw determination that was borne through blood, sweat, and tears for every young man who called this place home, even if for only a few hours at a time.