We have spent so many years shouting Stop Shopping at unreceptive crowds of shoppers who regard us as maniacs with a really bad idea that we are almost confused when we go out to Coney Island and EVERYONE we meet is in TOTAL agreement that Coney Island is the playground of the people and NOT a profit venture for a predatory developer. Astroland is closing in spite of the nearly total community opposition we felt amongst the thousands of people present there three days ago.

And I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop thinking about all those heartbroken people I saw-parents and children, visitors and locals—-Lola and The Great Fredini and Mayor Dick and our Spanish teacher Bernardo Polumbo– it was just awful! 500 jobs in the park will go away and untold peripheral jobs and Damn! because Coney Island is one of the last places in this city where a person can make an honest, independent living on a scrap of concrete the size of a t shirt.
I guess a lot of us have history there, and a lot of us want to have history there, can imagine something happening to us, a love affair, a big fight, a perfect street party, a Christmas walk. We know Astroland isn’t all those things, but we all of us fill the chill wind its closing blows—like in August when I noticed the wild lot on our street being plowed under, and a few hours later the cement truck pulled up and lo and behold it was a fully operational parking lot by the end of the week. Astroland closing is that first bell ringing across the hills..
But now is not the time to be sentimental so at least write the damn mayor-Bloomberg at City Hall, New York, NY 10007 and reclaim some turf wherever you are, we can’t watch our magic disappear and just feel sad about it.
What to do when everyone in a community wants one thing and the single landowner wants something else?