July 9th, 2011
09:00 AM ET

Letters to the President: #901 'Lost in the economic woods'

Reporter's Note: I worked in New York a bit this week, while the president labored away in Washington.

Dear Mr. President,

Something funny happened while I was on a run in Central Park early this morning. I had worked my way from the south end almost all the way up to the north, passing dozens of other runners, cyclists, dog walkers, and the occasional roller blader, when I saw a young, portly guy staggering down from a little side path with a mountain bike. He was sweating like a man under indictment. “Excuse me,” he said, huffing and puffing. “How do I get out of this park?”