Ran across an article about Coney island on the Web. Knew it well in the fifties. Fifth Avenue Bus to Eighty-Sixth Street Bus get off on Mermaid Avenue, making out with pretty girls under the boardwalk, hot dogs, waves, home sunburned after the sun went down, standing under a cool shower for half an hour then falling asleep on ironed sheets with the windows wide open in our sixth floor apartment in Bay Ridge. Loved it. Miss it, miss them, miss then.