Coney Island boardwalk — © Brian Rose
It was a humid, though not particularly hot, day in Coney Island. Languid, drained of energy. Brendan rode the Cyclone with his uncle Willem visiting from the Netherlands. I declined. Took a few pictures around the roller coaster and up on the boardwalk. Had hot dogs at Nathan’s–boys with inflatable flag rifles playing. Showers moved in, and we retreated to the subway for the ride back home.