Down the Shore Everything's Alright

a photo essay

Last night on the porch, my best friend spoke of her intense passion for Kennywood, a feeling that for her, is deeply rooted in nostalgia. Cotton candy and frozen lemonade and rollercoasters and potato patch fries. She assured me that I would hate it, and I appreciate her for the acknowledgement that I do not share this nostalgic history for the amuseme…