I know it's mid May, when I start itching to bike out to the Poor Man's Rivera, Coney Island. It's a sensory delight, if you don't see it, here comes a smell, taste, touch, sound, sometimes all at once. A living rollercoaster with many moods depending on the weather and the players who show up. You never know, and that to me, is as good as it gets.
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