you gonna get some?

I have never craved green so much in my life.
And space like I want to stretch out my forty metre long arms.
So this evening, like playtime-after-dinner in the best light of dusk I ventured out to find a park near my house.
And I feel like I hit the jackpot..
Not just space. Not just green. But too a hill. Looking down on the old island across the river..
And a little conversation..

'What you doin' here?'
'I live here.'
'This is Ridgewood.' (Ridgewood is the sorta place where if you are not Polish, Puerto Rican or African American you are few and far between. My whiteness > His disbelief)
'Yep.'
'What you doin' afta dis?'
'Going home.'
'You live here?'
'Yesss.'
'You married?'
'Yep.' (for obvious reasons)
'How long?'
'Couple of years.'
'Three?'
'Two.'
'You have a husband and kids?'
'No kids. A husband.'
'No kids?'
'No.'
'But you been married two years?'
'Yeah.'
'You gonna get some?'
'Some day.'
'How old are you?
'27'
'You're young yet. You still got time.'
'Yeah. Thanks.'
'Ok. Seeya.'
'Bye.'