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dear coney island
March 7, 2009, 11:52 am
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My first visit to Coney Island as what passes for an adult was my freshman year of college, on one of the events they take you on during orientation week. I had just met Michaela (who would later become one of my best friends) and during the hour-long subway ride on that sweltering August day we twittered with the anticipation of what was to come.

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We stepped out of the subway onto Surf Avenue, facing the Nathan’s, the Popeye’s, and the sea, and immediately fell in love: here was this place designed solely for happiness, yet because of its location, dilapidation, and the random detritus in the sand succeeded in having a simultaneous veneer of ennui. It was amazing.

Michaela and I bought wristbands, and vowed to ride the Cyclone over and over until it was time to go home. She rode eleven times. I lasted three before I felt like throwing up. We spent the rest of the time playing skee-ball and eating hot dogs. Well, me watching Michaela eat hot dogs. The rollercoaster really does a number on your insides.

In the time since Coney Island has become my place to get away from the city. I go there in Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall to read, to write, or sit on the beach and watch the ocean. I sometimes just ride the train down for a glimpse of the Cyclone peeking up over the subway platform. In the rare times that Michaela and I see each other, we try to make it down and it’s always as memorable as that first time.

Dear Coney Island, I’ll miss you.
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Taken last Thursday.


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Michaela, from our most recent trip down.

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