Winter is in hiding. I haven’t seen snow since Halloween. Talk about a topsy turvy world.
Last Saturday, in January, temperatures reached 60 degrees and I rode my bicycle to Coney Island.
In my humble opinion, Coney Island is one of the most visually stunning places in Brooklyn. I like to go there in winter, to see it forgotten. The stillness of the rides, the empty boardwalks, the boarded up shops, inspire me. So much so that I wrote an entire novel that steals from its storied past (and present.)
I took the trip there on Saturday because of a new project I am working on. It’s not a novel or fiction of any kind. I don’t really know what it is. I’ll let you know when I know.
But I’ve decided that Coney Island remains one of my favorite places in the world to be.
|Hey Buddy, I know it was unseasonably warm. But it wasn’t THAT warm…|