Coney Island. I had no idea that there were no longer side-show attractions there! It’s one of those things that’s on my list of stuff to do before I die. Bummer, I guess I can’t really marry Bruce Willi either, but in my mind this one was a little more attainable.
Of course I’m the kid that’s into circus freaks, but I’ve always been that way.
I gather that the whole entire Island (peninsula, actually) is one huge, giant amusement park. It’s got rides, the beach, resorts, crazy carnie food, and until recently had all kinds of skilled side show performers. Unbeknownst to me, side show performance is a dying art. (If they’d have checked with me first, things would probably be different, but no-one ever does!)
I’m sad. There’s some kind of mystique that goes along with the whole entire idea, at least in my mind. I guess I’ll just have to move on to Vegas, though I’m not so excited about that idea, it seems to commercialized for my liking. We shall see.