Mr. G., after reading your post, I packed the kids in the old Hudson, turned on the A.M. wireless, and skootered on down to Coney this evening.
I gave the kids a couple of fives each, my wife stayed in the car preferring to sit it out, and I proceeded to indulge in my customary feasting routine on Surf Avenue.
I started out with a couple of dogs for my first course. The guy behind the grill was tap dancing, and flipping the hot dog buns faster than the eye could track. Then I had some Real French Fries, and one of those Nathan's burgers with the special onion topping that only they could make at The Original Nathans in Coney Island. For some reason they were never able to duplicate those onions at any of their franchises... guess it has something to do with the salt sea air.
A dozen oysters, corn on the cob, some frogs legs that one of the little ones couldn't finish, and a cold one to wash it all down.
Took a little walk along the boardwalk, visited an old coffee shop on the pier where I used to fish when I was a kid, gazed through the gate that was once Steeplechase Park where I had a locker when I was thirteen, went to see if the bait shop was still there (it was), and then took my chances on the Cyclone.
Fortunately, right after the Cyclone ride, I woke up. Thanks for the memories.
Frank |
