The story continues...
The Monday after the Davis Family picnic I returned back to JFK and on Tuesday I went back to JFK the next day to meet Marcus's flight. We took it easy on his first day here with plenty of brews accompanied by stimulating conversation about both everything and nothing.
The next day we made the one-hour plus trip to Coney Island. I have been wanting to get out there and my brother's visit provided the ideal opportunity. Did you know that there are plans to redevelop Coney Island into upscale condominiums?
Here is some background. After opening sometime in the 1860's Coney Island became a major part of New York City's history. In the more recent past the area began being bullied by real estate development companies. Even though these parties have not succeeded yet in getting rezoning for luxury condominiums the company has started evicting various business in preparation for the anticipated rezoning action. There are groups who are trying to save Coney Island from redevelopment. Check out http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/167257276. It's an interesting read.
Getting back to the present...my brother and I got off of the subway and made our way to the legendary boardwalk and then down to the Baywatch-esk beach. It was the middle of the week so it wasn't too busy. The seagulls outnumbered the people and there were guys running around in their skivvies. After a quick dip we sat out on the beach and enjoyed the fresh sea air. We even threw around the frisbee hitting a few people in the process (Sorry peeps!). Soon we could hear the pang of hunger and we thought of hot dog and fries with out names written on them. We hurried ly made our way up there, ordered, and then grubbed out. Delicious!
To process the injested grease we walked to the end of the boardwalk. Along the way we passed a movie shoot, a russian community and a crazy cat that was running circles and digging holes in the sand. We stopped along the way to check out a group of people playing handball. As a cherry on the Coney Island Sunday there were the local bums taking their morning naps on the benches. It's all exactly the kind of thing that you'd expect to see there. A long story short: Check out Coney Island. Check out the boardwalk. Eat a hot (what-kind-of-meat?) dog.
Tired, we made our way into the city to get supplies and then it was back to the apartment to settle in for an evening for good eats and conversation. Dinner that night was a Marcus Special consisting of barley, carrots, onions, and chicken breast. That guy is a master of the food concoction. He could make a quality bisque out of nothing more than a dirty sock and a bouillon cube. My bro kind of reminds me of my old Army chef from my days in Vecenzia days. We'll call this guy 'Chef' and 'Chef' had similar culonary talents. Yes, my brother is the McGyver of the kitchen. Give him a tooth pick, a banana peel, and ductape. Why? Because he's gonna make some dinner.
The next day we paid a visit to Canal street and then it was onward to Central Park. We were questing for some rocks to boulder (aka climb) on. I honestly didn't believe that these rocks existed in Central Park but I was proven very wrong. We found a really great traverse complete with a killer crux. Needless to say I did it (ONCE!) and then was wiped. The next day I was feeling muscles that I had forgotten that I had. The day was wrapped up by a massive walking tour of NYC and a visit to Spitzer's Corner. See this link for further details. Through all of this hubnub we somehow managed to avoid Times Square. Lucky us!
...and the story ends.
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