Marquel, TPVs NYTimes s Suburban Section correspondent, was enjoying Coney Island from the heights of the Wonder Wheel, when he read Life After Brooklyn. Brooklynites are moving out, fed up with rising rents, bidding wars and neighborhoods that no longer resemble the low-rise bohemian enclaves they found when they arrived.
Marquel had seen them moving. Some filled with self hate for becoming bridge and tunnelers. Others filled with viruses from Lyme Disease after moving to Connecticut. Others filled with absolutely nothing except a touch of vapidity after moving to Staten Island.
“I want someplace that’s open all night,” said one young mother, “I’m sick and tired of roaming supermarkets to find a party.”
“I’d like to be able to have a meeting like this in a good old fashioned bar instead of a coffee shop,” said another.
Two artsy types said, “this Brooklyn museum is really super, especially were it in Boston, but I’m really missing a museum devoted just to the moderns.”
A third asked, “have you looked in queens, or maybe Staten Island?”
“No”, said a bearded father, “this is like Levittown. I want to see live theatre. Not once a month or two at BAM, but in a location like a theatre district where you can choose!”
“Big deal. What’s the point of a theatre district without restaurants,” he challenged.
“So where the hell is it?”-the other asked.
The entire coffeehouse rose as one, “But that’s in Manhattan!” A large groan.
“So what should we do?” They all cried.
“That’s not very Brooklyn,” said one.