When I asked my friend David Greenberg what his plans were after he graduated from Oberlin College he told me about this magical place named Keansburg. Keansburg is a city just outside of where he grew up in the great state of New Jersey, a state known for it’s diners and boardwalks. The thing about this place is that there is a lot of space for rent and it has certainly seen some better days. David took us to Keansburg and asked us if we saw the potential in this small boardwalk town: the answer was yes.
Maybe, growing up in northeast Ohio had a factor in the feelings considering there are no boardwalks, smell of saltwater, not much mystery that come from the sounds of ferris wheel music and wooden doors opening up to let the cars into the spook house. We went on a unseasonably cool day so there weren’t many people but David assured us that on good days the place is packed; imagine having a small amusement park right in your neighborhood and one that isn’t commercialized to extremes at that.
Call me nostalgic but between Coney Island, Asbury Park, and Keansburg I’ve seen a great part of the American past and talked with coin operated fortune tellers and I think that Mr. Greenberg is on to something. Oh yeah, amazing skee ball!
