Coney Island Is Not Really An Island
Coney Island is one of those places like South of the Border; better left as mental myth than seen in person. Yesterday Joe and I headed out (depsite the supposed 99 degree heat) to see and capture on film the sights of the daytrip mecca of New York urbanites hungry for the smell of the sea. Armed with hopes of old carnival attractions and their ghostlike barkers we found ourselves hot, dehydrated and miffed as to the legend of it all.
