I always imagined Coney Island to be a bit of a living museum; a relic of the glory days of carnivals. Back when hot dogs were just getting popular and clowns were still funny. You know, ferris wheels for a nickel, haunted houses with a guy dressed as a ghost to scare you (boo!), winning … More Coney Island as a day trip
I was bouncing up and down on my seat when the bus arrived at New York City’s Port Authority bus terminal, like a restless dog who just found out he was about to be taken for a walk. I cleaned the drool off the window as the city came into view (OK, maybe I didn’t drool, … More New York City: A first-timers impression
Matt leaned forward and squinted at the clock on the dashboard through red, hazy eyes, stinging with fatigue. The yellow digital numbers danced at him as he yawned; 4:00am. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and looked outside the window of the taxi.