Hurricane horror show in Coney Island: How Sandy spooked memories of my youth, attractions are now gone with the tide
The way the tornado turned Dorothy’s Kansas into Oz, Sandy distorted the Coney Island of my mind into a living horror.
Todd Maisel/New York Daily News
Coney Island amusements were hit hard by Hurricane Sandy. Various amusements, old time games and atractions from the Spook-A-Rama are seriously damaged after being submerged.
By Denis Hamill / NEW YORK DAILY NEWS
from: nydailynews.com
November 25, 2012
Sandy even messed with my childhood.
Walking through the wounded streets of Coney Island a couple of weeks after the hurricane was to re-edit my highlight reel of memory. The way the tornado turned Dorothy’s Kansas into Oz, Sandy distorted the Coney Island of my mind into a living horror.
Gazing around at the last stop on the subway by the sea, something wasn’t just wrong with the picture. The picture was of a different place, as if Sandy had literally washed pieces of my youth into the sea.
The hurdy-gurdy music of the arcades was replaced by the deafening cacophony of banging sledgehammers, scraping shovels and whining power tools as demolition crews fed the insatiable crunching hunger of sanitation trucks.
The way the tornado turned Dorothy’s Kansas into Oz, Sandy distorted the Coney Island of my mind into a living horror.
Todd Maisel/New York Daily News
Coney Island amusements were hit hard by Hurricane Sandy. Various amusements, old time games and atractions from the Spook-A-Rama are seriously damaged after being submerged.
By Denis Hamill / NEW YORK DAILY NEWS
from: nydailynews.com
November 25, 2012
Sandy even messed with my childhood.
Walking through the wounded streets of Coney Island a couple of weeks after the hurricane was to re-edit my highlight reel of memory. The way the tornado turned Dorothy’s Kansas into Oz, Sandy distorted the Coney Island of my mind into a living horror.
Gazing around at the last stop on the subway by the sea, something wasn’t just wrong with the picture. The picture was of a different place, as if Sandy had literally washed pieces of my youth into the sea.
The hurdy-gurdy music of the arcades was replaced by the deafening cacophony of banging sledgehammers, scraping shovels and whining power tools as demolition crews fed the insatiable crunching hunger of sanitation trucks.
Todd Maisel/New York Daily News
Sandy cooked Nathan’s goose. The famous eatery needs extensive repairs to reopen.
Meandering along Surf Ave., the Coney air smelled of moldy plaster, dirty cellars and dried sewage instead of the hypnotic aroma of boiling corn, frying onions and that alluring Coney Island scent of sizzling Nathan’s hot dogs that has wafted through the decades on the salty sea air since 1916.
At the corner of Stillwell Ave., my feet just stopped moving when I saw that Nathan’s was shuttered.
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