Fond Memories

Tales From A Young Brooklyn Teenager

I was a young Brooklyn teenager in the mid-sixties. I could never explain it, but Palisades Park always had a mystique about it. I was actually intimidated by it. Going to Coney Island always seemed safer. The one thing I remember about Palisades was riding the Orange and Black buses (the old ones) from the top level of the Port Authority Bus Terminal. i do remember an empty feeling when I heard it had closed down. I never got to fully understand it. What a pity.