Signs of the Times
by Ben Davis
Out at Coney Island, on a weekday afternoon, the August sun devours the streets. Itís like a ghost town, with shambling newspapers and discarded junk food containers instead of tumbleweeds. The weekend crowds have ebbed, leaving its decayed, shipwrecked surfaces exposed to gleam in the heat, its rides sleepwalking on without much purpose. Half the attractions are shuttered.
Itís a tough and quietly dramatic place. If you run a Google news search on Coney Island, the top stories are the bailout of the parkís last, historic carousel, and a fire at the Luna Park housing complex.