It's been a year since our reunion. Soon after that, I started to have this
dream from time to time. I'd like to share it with you.
Remember years ago, taking the old Brighton Beach Line and got off at Kings
Highway to change for the local, to get off at Avenue U or Neck Road. Sometimes
there were long delays. You'd be standing there for a while, and finally an
announcement was made, there will be a twenty-five to forty-five minute wait.
"They are working on the tracks," sorry for the inconvenience.
While waiting on the Kings Highway platform, the people started to look very
familiar to me. As time went on it was getting really crowded, I noticed that
all these people were my classmates from Sheepshead Bay High School. Everyone
started to talk to one another sharing stories, telling jokes, and thinking
about the future and what it would be like forty or more years from now. As the
delay went on, I not only saw classmates but teachers, and administrators
started to appear also. At this point the station was packed, and everyone
couldn't care less that there was a delay.
More than an hour went by, and in the distance appeared a little white light.
As the white light got closer you heard over the loudspeaker "The Brighton
Beach Local is here." As the train was coming in to our station, I noticed that
the number of the train was sixty-one, the year we graduate. As the people
piled on to the train, you heard lots of laughter, loud talking and young happy
faces looking at each other face to face in that crushed crowded car holding on
to one another till the doors closed.
For some strange reason, I did not get on that train. I watched the doors
close and waited to see the train leave till it was completely out of sight.
There I was on Kings Highway station all by myself, not a sound and a slight chill
in the air. Sure enough the next local pulled in. When I got on the train, I
noticed it was completely empty and had no number.
Finally I got off at Neck Road. Again I watched the train leave till it
disappeared, only this time there wasn't a sound, no young faces, no laughter, no
nothing. I quickly ran down the steps and into the street. I ran about a block.
Sweaty and out of breath, I slowed down to a walk. Walking for about another
block, I stopped for a second and for no reason turned around and found myself
in the Coney Island Aquarium. A woman came up to me and said "Who are you,
and what year did you graduate?"
SBHS Class of '61