ANOTHER DAY OF SUMMER

September 10, 2013

The sky was a brilliant blue. A soft, cool breeze gently rustled the leaves of the geranium plants on our terrace. What a perfect day for a stroll along a boardwalk, and we  jumped on a subway to take the hour-long ride out to Coney Island. Wanting to be outside as much as possible, you could say that I’m chasing the beautiful late days of summer.

After Hurricane Sandy ravaged our shoreline this spring, I no longer take for granted the specialness of our urban coastal areas. I didn’t visit Coney Island after the storm, though I heard it was a mess. The boardwalk is repaired now and the amusement park is up and running. So we were off to Brooklyn where the Atlantic Ocean meets the shore of New York City.

No subway ride, whether short or long, is complete without entertainment. It could be the blues, it could be rock’n roll, but it’s always unique.

We encountered these musicians busking on an downtown platform at Columbus Circle. (Busking is the practice of performing in public places, for gratuities.)

This guy was the lead vocalist. He sang lively Spanish tunes while his buddy in the wheelchair accompanied him on a guitar. They were not making a lot of money but I hoped that they’d do well by the end of the day. But it gets miserably hot in the subway stations during the summer and I’m sure it’s uncomfortable performing.

Finally arriving at Coney Island, we no sooner stepped onto the boardwalk, when a man, just released from a bungee drop, flew over our heads and dipped close to the roofs of the food concessions. A chorus of screams from thrill seekers rang out as one of the cars on the Cyclone, an historic wooden roller coster, rushed along its tracks.

Coney Island has rides that range from the heart stopping bungee jumping to a diminutive carousels for tiny tots. But for the life of me I don’t know what a Fried Frog ride is, but I’m going to check it out next time I visit.

The beach was not as packed with sun worshipers as we thought it might be, though there were a few pockets of serious tanners. And it looked like a perfect day for sailing. There wasn’t much of a wind on shore, but there was enough of a breeze to fill the sails for a couple of late summer boaters.

The boardwalk is 2.5 miles long, stretching from the Coney Island community, all the way to the far side of Brighton Beach, a Russian enclave. We walked for a of couple hours, stopping twice to sit on a park bench and watch people go by. We had lunch and bought a few Russian pastries. Then in late afternoon we got on the subway to travel back to Manhattan.

This time we transferred to the local at 42nd Street. There we were entertained by a woman singing Aretha Franklin tunes. She belted out the songs and was pulling in a good amount of money.

We were halfway home when we heard someone at the other end of the subway car playing New Orleans style music on a trombone. The car was crowded. I couldn’t see who it was, but the music came closer. Then just before our stop, the mystery musician appeared before me. I handed him a dollar and asked if I could take his photograph. He nodded, slung the trombone over his shoulder and gave the most pleasant smile. I clicked the shutter, and then without much effort, as though he was pushing aside curtains of a theater, he entered the next subway car, and I heard him blow a perfect note just as the door closed behind him.

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9 Responses to ANOTHER DAY OF SUMMER

  1. thelma straw on September 11, 2013 at 2:05 pm

    The trombone player looks like a guy I see on Lexington Avenue sometimes….. Busking sounds like a good way for writers also to proclaim their “platform.” I’m thinking of putting on a gig costume and setting up a spot on the corner of Lex and 92 – and reading from my current thriller… with all the traffic in and out the 92 Y, I ought to make a few dollars. I can put a bowl on the sidewalk. What do you folks, Marge and friends, think? Thelma in Manhattan

    • Susan on September 11, 2013 at 2:53 pm

      Thelma, you must give this a try. You may be able to come up with another story in the making. Let us know how it goes. (I am Marge’s sister in Eastern Oregon)

      • thelma straw on September 11, 2013 at 5:29 pm

        Oh, good golly, Miss Molly, as they say where I hail from… if I did it in this part of Manhattan – the little men with nets would come after me and I’d end up in a jacket I wdn’t want to wear!
        Thelma

  2. Susan on September 11, 2013 at 2:51 pm

    What a great day! Busking does sound like a job for them to perform. Yes, Thelma you must try this. You might come up with another story in the making.

  3. Petra on September 11, 2013 at 6:26 pm

    I was only once in New York, Margaret and I stayed for about 10 days in this (your) magical world. I am an art lover, in all forms and what impressed me most was the possibility
    to enjoy art at almost every corner, whether in a museum, theatre or watching a talented street performer. It impressed me so much, because we lack these things here in my (dangerous) world, where you simply cannot allow yourself to walk freely along the streets. New York was also a violent place once, but I´ve heard that it changed. It had changed already, when I visited. The two towers were still standing at that time. I have them on pictures.
    And then the skyline changed…
    Coincidently today, some years ago…

    Anyway, your city has much to celebrate and I was privileged enough to witness that.

    It is always such a delight to read your descriptions, Margaret.
    It must be wonderful to know how to write.
    Lucky you! :))

    Hugs all the way from Brazil.
    Petra

  4. Sharon Johnson on September 12, 2013 at 11:58 pm

    What a fantastic day. You make your readers feel like they are there with you on your adventures.

  5. G. Miki Hayden on September 13, 2013 at 1:35 pm

    Nice pics.

  6. Randy Kandel on January 14, 2014 at 8:08 pm

    I remember those days where the leaves were slowly changing color. So slowly that the leaves had deep neon purples and wines.

    • Pushing Time on January 14, 2014 at 8:47 pm

      Winter is a time for subtle colors. No neon purples or wines these days.

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