I can’t imagine living some place that’s not by the ocean. Sure, Coney Island isn’t the prettiest of beaches by any means, but it has a gritty charm all its own (though I was sad to see that many of the old food stands with their wonderful, hand lettered signage on the boardwalk were being torn down). Coney Island is changing. Every year it loses a little more of its old school identity. It’s a little more shiny, a little more cleaned up, and it’s one of the kids’ favorite places to go. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen the girls get more hyped up and giddy than when they’re in line for a ride at an amusement park. It’s funny, really. Kind of makes me wish we could still get that giddy with arms flailing, voices squealing, racing as fast as you can to the next ride, over such a simple pleasure.