May 28, 2008

Destination Coney

Coney Island was a blinking destination on the side of a dingy subway car. The last stop on the F Line.

Many New Yorkers, I've found, have a dream mentality about the end of subway lines; they live in a loop somewhere in the middle that doesn't come near an outskirts stop. No pretty name stops like Rockaway or Howard Beach grace their immediate circle -- stops are Court, Wall or 161st Streets.

Just the tiny light over its name on the stop guide was a sun. Coney Island.

I packed on Sunday morning after church. Swimsuit, sunscreen, towel and sunglasses. In less than 45 minutes, I was basking in the warm whipping wind. The pier was full of fishermen; the beach, packed.

The day was to scope out this destination. No games played or hot dogs eaten, just a walk in the lazy surf, stick my toes in the sand, and then meander back to the subway.

I live 30 minutes from the ocean. New York is climbing my list of favorite places on Earth.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at May 28, 2008 3:04 PM
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Sounds very nice! :) Enjoy yourself!

Posted by: Amy at May 30, 2008 11:58 PM
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