They come down to see the miraculous, but get hooked on something else - the Coney Islandness of it, I guess. And as the morning fog starts to lift a little, it seems the trunk goes all the way up past the clouds, disappearing beyond.Danny, over at the El Dorado, just keeps on hawking, right through it all. He's packing them in, too. He’s got a line around the block that includes two of the nuns from Sisters of Mercy and a rabbi that lives next door to me. And the Wonder Wheel is full now. And the Cyclone is screaming around in circles endless and slammed.
Next, the cops will come, and the scientists. The g-men are probably on their way, too. After that, the tree and this whole boardwalk - maybe the whole Island – will be evacuated. Machine guns, marshal law, check points – the whole bit. But for now it’s one of the busiest days I’ve ever seen and everything's fair on the edge of reality.
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