Coney, on a Friday morning
Before Google there were these guys.
Straight out of one of my adventure books, I'd watch, mesmerized, as they use mysterious rays to penetrate the earth's surface seeking, in waning days and emptying beaches, a buried treasure.
Nothing Today, But Come Back Tomorrow Please... - [image: 1. toptitle_sept23-17.jpg] *And thank you! I’m working on the book project today and I’m also working on an oral history of The Coachmen, one of P...
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