It was another seventy degree day in New Orleans, and I got up early enough to get a nice long ride in before my night class. Jack and I rode out Elysian Fields, because Googlemaps said there’d be an amusement park at the end. Now, of course I know better than to think there’s still an amusement park over there, but I just wanted to see what was left there. After a short argument with a security guard about my rights to bicycle around a parking lot, I found my way to the beach and to this broken-down structure. It’s overgrown, with a sagging floor and broken roof and a bent metal staircase. The underside is covered with graffiti. Pontchartrain Amusement Park was opened in 1928 for “Whites Only,” desegregated in the 1960s, and finally closed in 1983. I don’t know what this building was, if it was part of the amusement park, or a grandstand, or what. I wonder what it looked like when it was new. I wonder who used to come here. Today there were folks fishing out on the pilings, a couple eating crawfish on a cement slab, and some guys in a back of a pickup truck with a camera, taking pictures, just like me. I stood out in the sun, thankful that I can ride my bike anywhere I like, and am only a short ten miles from this place. I left the beach, called S. for directions home, and headed over through Mid-City on Wisner along City Park and Bayou St. John, up Jeff Davis,through Central City back Uptown. Perfect.