I loved Coney Island last time I came, when summer was over and everything looked windswept and a little desolate. It was great to see it again at the height of summer, families everywhere, queues at Nathan’s for fried clams and hot dogs, the sounds of people screaming in delighted terror from the Ferris wheel and the Soarin’ Eagle, people everywhere wearing as little as possible and soaking up some sun and some beers on the beach and the boardwalk. Yes it’s cheesy and tacky and outdated, but that’s its charm. There’s something permanently nostalgic about Coney Island. The t-shirts and hairstyles may changes, but the ice creams, the beer, the clams, the sandy rumps and sticky hands and the stomach dropping thrill of the Soarin’ Eagle will be there every summer.
























