The start of Summer always makes me long for Coney Island, especially now that it's so far away and I'll probably never see it again before it finally gives in to all the pressure and becomes something else.
But there's so much to love. If you haven't been there it may be hard to see past the decay and appreciate the real charm that comes from the liveliness of the place, and the visible signs of a long, colorful history. I’ve always had trouble putting my finger on my love for the place, although it's such a goldmine of lettering and kitsch that it's easy to understand what first sucked me in. But it's always been more, somehow, too.
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