Cupcake! Cupcake Nederlander. I see the plate on the park bench and picture Auntie Mame-like fun, whole afternoons adventuring. I picture whimsy and pockets-full of movie stubs. Irreverence with a capital I.

I'd happened upon the bench in Central Park, meandering  along one sunny morning. I thought `what a lovely little tribute to someone.' Just a green bench in the park, as the world passes by.    

I did a little sleuthing and discovered that Cupcake is/was a dog - apparently much beloved! Not a woman in cat's eye glasses tooling along Route 66 in a pink VW with the top down, free as song. That's the Cupcake I'd conjured up. Life of the party gal.
Still, I'm charmed.