…It was just before hurricane Irene hit Manhattan. Sections of the city were under a mandatory evacuation, including Coney Island. The morning before the trains were shut down we took the train to Coney island. Aside from us and the police urging the joggers to evacuate, it was a ghost town. The sky was grey and the wind was thick with angst.
It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. The city of excitement was reduced to an town filled with apparitions and mystery. The calm before the storm. The end of an adventure. Believe it or not; I’m glad I got to see it with….