Sunday’s in Coney Island

Coney Island … the land of the Jewish Accents.
My Grandfather lived in Coney Island, and every Sunday, my cousins and I would visit him. He would walk us along the boardwalk, (while our parents lounged on the beach) and introduce us to his friends sitting on the benches. Since everyone of my grandfather’s friends had a Jewish accent, I always thought that I too, would acquire one as I grew older. (So far, I haven’t!)

Amidst the smell of sea air and the happy noises of people walking, talking, and realaxing on a Sunday afternoon, my grandfather took us into the open storefronts along the boardwalk, and bought us Potato knishes. After, he’d take us into the arcade, where we played games, collected tickets for points, and excitedly turned them in for a chosen toy or two …