This park used to be called Pebblestone Triangle and one day about fifteen years ago it was fenced in. Not by pretty fences, there are few pretty fences but by the construction KEEP OUT kind.
The tall stone seating area with the little hiding spots were cool as a kid playing ringalevio. I also torched some thrown away Christmas trees there too. Probably not a good idea but I was a troubled youth and butane was super cheap.
When the fences came down, a new more modern park appeared, it was wide open and there were new benches and a water fountain. The elderly but spunky old gentleman that lived in the big house across the street, just northwest used to drag his garden hose across the street a few times a week, his name was Ian. I didn't know that, I just knew him as the man with the hose that was on a mission. A mission of beautification and conservation and today his hard work is memorialized by the renaming and a sign that bears his name too. read more