When we went to Coney Isalnd it was primarily to go to Nathan’s where the preferred menu was fried shrimp in a cup, chow mein on a bun, and, of course—French Fries. Then next door for the banana, pineapple, etc. frozen custard. Finally, we would be dragged by my bingo playing mother to one of the Fascination parlors, where your rolled black rubber balls down the table and tried to get them to fall into holes. The first person in the establishment to get three in a row won. The bells would ring and the game refused to register any more hits, unitl the winner was paid off in coupons redeemable for junk such as those black cat clocks. Then a new game would begin.