I know Coney Island more than I know Queens and Brooklyn! And I understand everything about it - Coney Island is my home.
Yes, I was born in Coney Island. The Holy Land.
I used to work on a carousel on a boardwalk in Coney Island.
I would love to be the poet laureate of Coney Island.
I came from a poor family in Coney Island. I learned to write by reading the 'Post.' This was my education.
Coney Island was the centre of the world for me. I loved the rides, the hot dogs - I've never gotten over it.
When I grew up, we went to Coney Island and Central Park. We'd find our way to the water and watch the fireworks.
We used to cut out of school and go to Coney Island to record songs almost every day.
I'd go to Coney Island to hang out, and I saw a magician doing a rope trick on the boardwalk. I was fascinated. I guess that's how it started.
It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagara Falls) that my poems are competing.
Coney Island is and always will be 'the people's playground.' It's a place where people of all backgrounds come to have a good time.
I had a great education. From kindergarten to John Dewey High School in Coney Island, I am public-school educated.
I took my son to Coney island, I said "wanna go in the crazy house?", he said "save your money we'll be home soon"!
I was born in Coney Island. I like to think I fell out of the womb onto the fun park's giant Parachute Jump while eating a Nathan's hot dog.
Never had there been such an opportunity for the dissemination of knowledge…. But the obverse is also true. We can have thrust upon us a false picture of reality as distorting as the trick mirrors in a Coney Island funhouse.
From reinforcing beaches in the Rockaways to installing generators at the Coney Island Houses and sealing holes in the subway system, New York is fortifying our ability to withstand future storm surges.