In Downtown NYC:
There's no signage saying who Yoya was (I'm assuming she's a was. I'm also assuming she's a she), and there isn't even a last name to go along with it, but this is her (if it is a her) park. Or maybe Yoya doesn't even have to person. Either way, Yoya's park will continue on.
There is a sleeping lizard in my lap. He's been an under the weather lizard as of late. I'm just trying to make him better. He is my good little guy, after all.