As a matter of courtesy, Marie and I revisited Coney Island recently to update our mental picture into a winter one and to replenish our supply of marine air. The poor place is in desperate need of TLC. Between the threats of expropriations and evil developer plans, it has become very hard to figure out where the area is headed. Garbage, however, remains a familiar sight, but that seems to be a trend these days.

The cats? Were nowhere to be seen… 

Self-service
Coney Island Beach
My alter ego
Boardwalk
Marie posing in front of the Taj-Mahal – sort of
Bleached