What makes Coney Island a special place for me is that despite its ups and downs throughout the years, it persists. Nothing about Coney Island or its inhabitants pretends to be other than who or what they are. There is a stubborn pride in every face and facade in having survived a hard fought life no matter where you turn. This is a place where you can be who you are, have some fun and maybe relax a bit without having to spend a fortune or take a car. For many it's home, and for even more it's a refuge, but for all who appreciate its charms, it inspires passion. Even if they don't let it show on their faces.