Coney Island in times of Pandemic

Growing up in Hartford, Connecticut, Coney Island existed only in my mind and, somehow, in my heart. I had yet to see Island-born Harold Feinstein’s photos made in the 1950’s (https://www.haroldfeinstein.com/) or Reginald Marsh’s paintings from the ’30’s or Nathan Kensinger’s yet-to-be-made 2009 snaps from under the Boardwalk (http://kensinger.blogspot.com/2009/03/coney-island-under-boardwalk.html). Most likely it came as a fourteen year old’s extrapolation of a world he’d create each Saturday morning sitting in front of the Philco console listening to Alan Freed’s Top 50 hits of the week over WINS. In the mid ’60’s when I finally got to Nathan’s Famous, The Boardwalk, Steeplechase Park and the whole world under the Boardwalk–so much more than The Drifters sang about–Coney was far from it’s storybook past.

Now, January 21st, 2021, with the temperature in the 30’s and the continued raging of COVID-19 everywhere, with no carousel or tinny AM radios to add to the soundtrack of the waves and the wind, no chatter in any language, no lifeguard shouting instructions, a whole new world arose. For my Red Hook buddies, David and Denise, it wasn’t what it was. For me it was just this. 

Let’s start at–voo-den?–Nathan’s:

…and The Boardwalk…

 

 

 

…and then to the beach…

 

…and the sun hides…

…and, yeah, me…

Published in: on January 23, 2021 at 4:51 pm  Comments (10)  
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