Sunday, October 2, 2011

The Sound of Silence-Then and Now

Only music can move us in such profound ways. We turn around and 30 years have passed but "a vision that was planted in my brain still remains."

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Saturday, September 17, 2011

There is a rumor that the Parks Department plan to replace all the boards with cement.  The main reason was the constant maintenance is not efficient with the current economic situation in the city.  This renovation will be disastrous to the boardwalk community as boards and screws will be carted away in some malodorous dumpsters.  There is no plan to relocate the screws that will be uprooted.  The government has decided that the careful removal and relocation of the screws is hardly worth the dollars required.  A spokesman commented,"Once you are screwed you cannot get unscrewed."So fate just waits for our little friends who are stuck and cannot leave.
I'm heading out.
I'll wait till he leaves.
I screwed up last night.
I'm keeping a low profile
Shh..keep your head down.

Friday, September 16, 2011


Everyone line up
I have such a hangover
The morning sun is too strong
I'll take a peek first.
It's Sunday morning. I just want to stay in.

Thursday, September 15, 2011


I need to turn in.
So what can't you like about me
SPF 45 not 30

I have such a headache
So I'm not perfect
I tried but I just don't fit in.

Don't screw me!

I like being alone

My life is such a blur.

Straighten up!
Heads Up!
We prefer the shade.
Turn around. The beach is that way.

Who's the designated driver?

We can now marry in New York.

Clean the sand off before you go in.

We will never be stepped on again.

Another Friday night alone.

Location, Location, Location

She was gone this morning.

What's gotten into your head?

I can't. You're not Jewish.

I'm in the wrong part of town.

He just keeled over.
So where's the view.

I knew there was someone else!
I'm so tired I can't keep my head up
Again with the low self esteem

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Screwed on the Boardwalk

An early morning walk on the Coney Island Boardwalk can be quite exhilirating.  The early sunlight glistens on the ocean waves breaking quietly against the shore, the beach a wide and clean carpet of even earth tones. The parachute jump forever in your line of sight the tower rising in the west the colors bright and reflective.  You chase your long shadow in vain.  The boardwalk is flat with no challenges to keeping a steady pace.  A ribbon of weathered wooden planks disappears out of your line of sight.  The sun has already warmed the wood underneath your feet and the heated air rises from below. Walkers and runners keep easily to their own path and occasionally an overzealous biker ignores the boardwalk credo of personal space.  I prefer walking west where the blues are deeper and the reds bleed until a relentless west wind sweeps the tiny sands of glass against my face.

I finally realized that my daily pleasure was due to the strength and integrity of the aged boards underneath my feet that were held in place by a community of little objects called SCREWS. So while most shutterbugs were busy taking photos of the wonderful seascape and colorful Coney Island attractions I dropped down to ground level to discover a buried world that has been mostly ignored and certainly taken for granted.