PX600 Silver Shade.
The day after Christmas I took the train down to Coney Island. It was snowing. (It was actually a blizzard, I was just too foolish to know).
By the time I got to Coney it was snowing so hard you couldn’t see. I saw a statue in the distance. It was a man with his arm around another man. Oh, I know this story, I thought; even a football fan from the South knows this story. Even a 35 year old knows this story. I didn’t know there was a statue, didn’t know it was down at Coney Island, didn’t know that it would be so cold that the film wouldn’t really turn out, didn’t know that between the snow and the cold and the bronze you wouldn’t be able to tell the men apart.
But after all, wasn’t that the point anyway.