Coney Island, NYC
On Stillwell Avenue, bumper cars were arranged in neat rows, unridden. Near the Boardwalk, skeletal plastic frames and a few shreds of tarp were all that remained of the tents and tables that sell toys and trinkets during the summer. The crack of baseball bats in the cages is months away, and a ghostly whistle ”” the wind rushing through the trusses and cables of Deno's Wonder Wheel a block away ”” seemed to emanate from everywhere at once. A man bundled against the cold stabbed a wire coat hanger into the guts of the soda machines lining the street, hoping to pry change loose. NYT
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