This service station is at the corner where La Rampa or 23rd Street ends at the Malecon. This area is jammed most nights with young people looking for something to do, somewhere to go, and filled with the ennui of a hot summer night and not much to look forward to. I grew up at the beach and I used to hang out at night around the dance pads and juke boxes adjacent to the sand dunes of South Carolina's coast. Like the Cuban youth we danced, drank beer, and flirted with the girls. Most of us were looking forward to finishing college and having promising careers or jobs. It was a hopeful time, there is little of that in the crowd at the corner of La Rampa and the Malecon most nights.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Service Station-La Rampa y Malecon
This service station is at the corner where La Rampa or 23rd Street ends at the Malecon. This area is jammed most nights with young people looking for something to do, somewhere to go, and filled with the ennui of a hot summer night and not much to look forward to. I grew up at the beach and I used to hang out at night around the dance pads and juke boxes adjacent to the sand dunes of South Carolina's coast. Like the Cuban youth we danced, drank beer, and flirted with the girls. Most of us were looking forward to finishing college and having promising careers or jobs. It was a hopeful time, there is little of that in the crowd at the corner of La Rampa and the Malecon most nights.
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