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THE PEOPLE’S PLAYGROUND
My dad held my hand as we walked along the boardwalk. The sea breeze riffled through my hair and the food scents tantalized my nostrils.
“The Steeplechase was my favorite.” Daddy mused. “You mounted a mechanical horse on a rail and whoosh! Instant horserace. Too bad they tore it down years ago.”
We sat on a bench munching our Nathan’s hotdogs, replete with mustard and sauerkraut. Seagulls clambered over one another, competing for the crumbs we dropped.
Two lifetimes later, my grandson and I munch Nathan’s hotdogs and prepare to ride the new Steeplechase.
Some things change. Some things don’t.