Rachel’s Field Notes: May 7th
It’s 11:03 am, I hear the sound of my own shoes clinking against the wooden boardwalk. There is construction all…
It’s 11:03 am, I hear the sound of my own shoes clinking against the wooden boardwalk. There is construction all…
It is May 21st, and it is a beautiful day to visit Coney Island. I bring my family, my brother’s…