One of my most vivid images of Coney Island before I moved away from New York was the image of the parachute jump rising behind the ivy-covered Thunderbolt, like some sort of giant's broken umbrella. The repainted, lit parachute jump is a Disneyland dream compared to those dreams. Even the vague possibility that it might be restored to working order so that my generation and our kids can enjoy it is a possibility that seems almost too good to be true. Still, we can hope, can't we?
In the meantime, I'm still going to relish every plan for every return trip to the city.