I cycled to Coney Island in the deep fog Easter morning. Spooky stuff. By the time I arrived on the boardwalk the crawling eye was crawling away. The sun sucked up the mist. Riding along the wood slates I listened to Kenny Rankin's Peaceful.
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Passing 23rd Street off Surf Avenue I saw a few people shoveling and tilling the soiling for a new garden right off the boardwalk. Good for them, good for us.
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Mom used to wheel Rory and I down York Avenue to the hospital grounds below 70th Street and point out the spot through the fence where she planted her World War II Victory Garden in 1944 ~ a tiny plot 
for tomatoes. Gardens enrich everyone's lives, it nev
er fails. I'm biking back to Coney Island in the summer to see the garden grow.
for tomatoes. Gardens enrich everyone's lives, it nev
er fails. I'm biking back to Coney Island in the summer to see the garden grow.
2 comments:
I like your writing style, Tom. I am in Cali but felt as though I was on York Ave. near the hospital... at your mother's victory garden.
Thanks, Katrin, hope you are well, Tommy
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