American Dream: Time at the Seashore
By Norma Jaeger Hopcraft
My trip to Coney Island was a first -- no a second. I was there with my grandfather in the early 60s, the only time I went out with him. We lived far away and were only visiting Brooklyn briefly. As I recall, it was sunny, and the boardwalk was crowded.
So I went back last May and found it deserted, and creepy.
This is just about the creepiest thing I've ever seen. Gates of hell, anyone? Looks like fun, but then it isn't...
Nothing sadder than a ride no one's using.
I've passed this for years on the Belt Parkway, on my way to see relatives on Long Island, NY.
There's a certain artistry to roller coaster design.
New construction in Coney Island. Maybe there'll be a resurgence of prosperity?