"At about 90,000 feet, I reached more than 600 miles per hour. The altimeter on my wrist was unwinding very rapidly, but there was no sense of speed."
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As a Brooklyn boy, my interest in Aronson's film is deep-rooted. I began watching this film with skepticism, but just 5 minutes into this glorious documentary, my skepticism was out the door.
By allowing Surf Avenue's historic buildings to be razed, the city risks treating Coney Island as a brand name rather than a place. That's like Texas tearing down the Alamo to build an Alamo theme park.
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