tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post2520872095203644619..comments2023-08-14T11:44:27.299-04:00Comments on Jeremiah's<br> Vanishing New York: Rockaway Sunset DinerJeremiah Mosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791516443125872364noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-21912383943545587222007-12-12T22:13:00.000-05:002007-12-12T22:13:00.000-05:00What a drag. Went out to this site two weeks ago,...What a drag. Went out to this site two weeks ago, didn't even notice this; certainly didn't know what the story was. Just to the left of the (obligatory, goddamned) Duane Reade behind the fence awaiting the (obligatory, goddamned) bank, is a quiet little spot looking out towards Jamaica Bay called Tribute Park. A small patch of memory, an oasis of solace for a city that suffered the twin horrors of 9/11 and the crash of Flight 587 that so devastated the city, that so marked this neighborhood.<BR/><BR/>It's a brief walk from here to the ocean side along Beach 116th Street, where a separate tribute to Flight 587 is awaiting before you reach the boardwalk. I took the A train out here, on an overcast, snowy Sunday, to ride in peace for miles over the water, to find a spot far enough away from the madness of the city center, and the destruction to our city's soul that we observe firsthand daily. I guess there's simply no place to get away from it, after all.<BR/><BR/>I'll keep looking.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com