David, Annie and I, along with our friends, Yale, Elizabeth and Tallulah, will spend the day at Coney Island, then indulge in a real Russian feast in Brighton Beach, the neighborhood in which the famed amusement park resides, and where I lived as a little girl before moving to California in 1966.
Coney Island's character and history cannot be denied, and on this beautiful cool summer day, we will say goodbye to an important part of American culture.
The sad details are here, but I promise, we'll be having fun today.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
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You'd be surprised how much is the same. But your dad, like my mom, would be sad.
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