{"id":408,"date":"2012-07-07T15:22:29","date_gmt":"2012-07-07T15:22:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mariannatorgovnick.com\/?p=408"},"modified":"2013-02-16T18:31:52","modified_gmt":"2013-02-16T18:31:52","slug":"the-return-of-the-coney-island-native","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/dev.jackmakesthings.com\/tor\/the-return-of-the-coney-island-native\/","title":{"rendered":"The Return of the (Coney Island) Native"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Coney Island 2012 is a different kind of place.<\/p>\n<p>Cleaner. \u00a0Friendlier. \u00a0A mellow mix of New Yorkers enjoying the balmy air.<\/p>\n<p>The Boardwalks are low to the ground now, making &#8220;under the Boardwalk&#8221; a code harder to understand. \u00a0The feeling is mellow, almost un-New-York, a feeling amped up when the cool air hits your face on a sweltering day in the City. \u00a0All in all, it&#8217;s pretty cool in more ways than one. \u00a0It doesn&#8217;t matter that the Cyclones game is kind of dull when the real live Cyclone is part of the view. \u00a0It doesn&#8217;t matter that the game goes into extra innings when the fireworks go up on schedule by 10 p.m.<\/p>\n<p>I was born close to the spot I am sitting at the game. \u00a0Literally, this is the Return of the Native, Coney Island style. \u00a0When we neared the stop in Bensonhurst where I had grown up and waited many a long day and night for the N train, also lovingly called the Sea Beach, with a cruder nickname, the recorded conductor keep saying &#8220;we are being held here momentarily.&#8221; \u00a0After the third time, it began to seem symbolic. \u00a0Like the evening. \u00a0At Coney Island.<br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-416\" title=\"photo copy\" src=\"http:\/\/dev.jackmakesthings.com\/tor\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/photo-copy2-e1341674708616-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"http:\/\/dev.jackmakesthings.com\/tor\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/photo-copy2-e1341674708616-225x300.jpg 225w, http:\/\/dev.jackmakesthings.com\/tor\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/photo-copy2-e1341674708616.jpg 240w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-419\" title=\"photo copy 2\" src=\"http:\/\/dev.jackmakesthings.com\/tor\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/photo-copy-23-e1341674920356-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"http:\/\/dev.jackmakesthings.com\/tor\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/photo-copy-23-e1341674920356-225x300.jpg 225w, http:\/\/dev.jackmakesthings.com\/tor\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/photo-copy-23-e1341674920356.jpg 240w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Coney Island 2012 is a different kind of place. Cleaner. \u00a0Friendlier. \u00a0A mellow mix of New Yorkers enjoying the balmy air. The Boardwalks are low to the ground now, making &#8220;under the Boardwalk&#8221; a code harder to understand. \u00a0The feeling is mellow, almost un-New-York, a feeling amped up when the cool air hits your face [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/dev.jackmakesthings.com\/tor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/408"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/dev.jackmakesthings.com\/tor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/dev.jackmakesthings.com\/tor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/dev.jackmakesthings.com\/tor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/dev.jackmakesthings.com\/tor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=408"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/dev.jackmakesthings.com\/tor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/408\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":700,"href":"http:\/\/dev.jackmakesthings.com\/tor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/408\/revisions\/700"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/dev.jackmakesthings.com\/tor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=408"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/dev.jackmakesthings.com\/tor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=408"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/dev.jackmakesthings.com\/tor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=408"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}