Broad Channel in Queens
(Photos by Bald Punk)
I like going to seaside places in NYC like Broad Channel. If I listen close enough I can hear echoes from the past, escecially the gay voices of summers-long-gone.
In the above photo you can see a diving board. When I first saw it, for a half-sec I wondered what it was for . . .
As a child I can remember a family outing to Coney Island. Standing twenty yards or so out in the water was a group of Hispanics, who kept lifting something up with their feet and dropping it in buckets. I asked my dad what they were doing and he said, “crabbing.” From there after I was basically done with swimming in anything other than a pool.
Actually, I wouldn’t consider swimming west of the Hamptons or north of Belmar.
