Wheeler 38

The feeder road at this busy South Brooklyn intersection is crowded with gas stations, donut and coffee shops, a supermarket and a whole lot of asphalt. Thousands of drivers blast by daily, Coney Island’s defunct, 250-foot-tall Parachute Jump looming down on their windshields. It’s a stop-and-fuel for those heading elsewhere.

I walk to the back of the market’s massive parking lot, through a narrow strip of overgrowth onto what appears to be an unremarkable elbow on Coney Island Creek. But to those in the know it’s hallowed ground, the spot where in 1934 the world’s most famous