Old Friends

Stepping off at my subway stop the other day I was greeted by an old friend. A large movie poster of Christina Hendricks had been installed on the wall of the station. It seems like a very long time ago since we were close. She's obviously doing very well these days. I'm proud of her.

Last weekend I made what was possibly my last trek of the season to Coney Island. It's all cleaned up and improved. Most of the old rickety rides are gone, replaced by newer, faster, scarier ones.

A very high, fast ride where your whole existence dangles from a few small links of chain.

Odd Stephen Shore-esque scene. (Google him if you don't know who he is). Bleak and sparse.