A My Private Coney project Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
The First and the Last
Photo: D. Shapiro
The John F. Kennedy ferry will soon be retired. Newer shinier boats will take the place of the old wooden benches, the vinyl floors, the worn boxes holding life-saving equipment.
It was the ferry of childhood escapes and teenage escapades. It was the refuge from bitter nights and lonely afternoons. It was the rarest of rare moments when one day in 1977 the captain let a friend and me steer it briefly across the harbor.
The Mariner took many a trip on that old boat to woo and court me.
And for our first journey as a married couple we traveled from this home to another.
MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
Please visit myprivateconey.com for additional information and sample works.