the early december morning was frigid. the red car, parked in front of the carrousel, from a night of revelry at martinis, wouldn't start. when lights are left on cars won't start.
"ahhh, coney island is open."
i went in, told the kindly waitress/owner of my plight and called AAA; they never came.
i love oniony sloppy coneys and steamy chili early in the morning; the chili was hot amd awesome, and the crackers crunchy.
the kind lady was memorably understanding and gracious.
while awaiting the wrecker, i snapped a few photos. after an hour of soaking in and touching irreplacable mansfield tradition, i left a decent tip and a warm thank you, and wandered, unshaven and still hung over, into the frigid morning air.
vrrmmm!!!!! the car miraculously started up.
wednesday morning, when i went again for my car, there was a barricade in front of the business, and a small sign.
the duke, who played mansfield several times, may have stopped at the diner for a coney.