Coney Island, on Labor Day about noon. The rides are just opening. The weather is sunny, about 72*. There are only a few sun bathers on the beach. And only a few people on the boardwalk. One girl about seven is wering white slacks and top, flip flops, atiara, and purple sunglasses with frogs on the rims. She has a smug look on her face. And older woman is wearing a straw hat, blue and white stripe shorts faded orange slacks and bright organge croc shoes. Even wearing sunglasses her outfit hurt my eyes.
The boardwalk and shops looks exactly like it might have looked seventy years ago. I just noticed a guy playing "Hit the Srike" where he uses a sledge hammer to hit a rubber base which capults a disc upward about fifteen feet until it hits a bell. Three tries for Five dollars.
None of the food prices are posed. Why is that? So people cannot price shop? Next I see a rundown shop, dimly lit, that advertises and sells T-shirts, sand toys, ball caps, sweat shirts, and rents beach chairs.
A man building a sand castle about three feet high and six feet across. It is complete with turrets, stairs, towers, walk ways and assorted additional buildings. He is very maticulate about each grain of sand.
At the corner of Stillwell avenue and the Boardwalk is an official street sign "Polar Bear Club Walk" Two older men are sitting near the sign in beach chairs wearing bathing suits and othersise completely tanned, talking about thier Clubs' activities.
They tell anyone who will listen that they only swim in the ocean between November and April. "Come by any weekend and swim with us" they tell the passerbys.
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