Going to the beach shouldn't make you sad. This is the sad Cyclone at misty cool Coney Island. Here's some sad food. I took the bus out because I wanted to see parts of Brooklyn I haven't seen before, and Brooklyn's really huge. There's one block on Coney Island Blvd. where everything changes from being Kosher and in Hebrew to restaurants like the Rasputin. And that long-ago planned trip to Russia? I feel like I've been to a retirement community on the Caspian Sea now. The less sad sights are at the top: the hot dog record board, and Nathan's. (Only 272 more days until the next hot dog eating contest.)