I grew up coming to this beach. In 1976, I would bicycle to Riis Beach regularly, chain it to the nursing home fence, wave hello to some of the patients hanging out of the window watching the multitudes of free spirits, take off all of my clothes, spread a blanket and have instant friends. Some of the elderly patients from the nursing home would wander out and walk amongst the living. And we were living. It was a magic summer when tall ships were sailing up the harbor and everyone was tuned into one disco station WBLS. The beach shook from the dancing. It was a slice of heaven. It was before the plague and we were carefree and expressing our freedom freely. Halcyon days.