On occasion I can be quite oppositional when it comes to unnecessary change.

The fountain at Lincoln Center has been a part of my life ever since I was little, owing to the fact that it was located somewhere between the Metropolitan Opera (where my parents took my ballerina sister and me to see Romeo and Juliet and Swan Lake) and The Big Apple Circus (where I secretly daydreamed of one day tending to the elephants). Before and after the performances we played around the fountain. When the Lincoln Center launched a redevelopment project a little over three years ago I was appalled. “What’s wrong with the old fountain?” I kept asking anyone that was in earshot.

Well, as I learned a week ago, the old fountain never did manage to make people gasp out loud or press their hands to their chests or crane their necks towards the heavens.

Go see for yourself! Sometimes, change is good.

©Sarah Girner