What's In Your Wallet?

After a WONDERFUL walk down the Coney Island boardwalk with my husband, son and Godmother I reached in my pocketbook to pull out my wallet and lo and behold it wasn't there. Now folks we are talking about the crowded Coney Island boardwalk on a Sunday of a holiday weekend. I knew for sure that someone had pick pocked me! But how? My pocketbook was strapped over my shoulder and in front of me the entire time.

As I'm totally freaking out, my husband, the cool cucumber kept saying are you sure you even had your wallet? It was a big chance that it either fell out of my purse in the car or that is was sitting at home nice and safe in the purse I wore earlier in the day. I was on pens and needles the entire ride home (it wasn't in the car) thinking about all the things I had in my wallet that would need to be canceled and replaced.

I thought about identity thief's having a field day with my SS number, because my card was in my wallet. I thought about the piece of paper with the SS# of each of my family member's (why do I have that in my wallet?), my license, bank cards, credit cards etc... I was dreading the possibility that all was lost! Thankfully after the longest ride home in the history of rides home, my wallet was tucked safely in the purse from earlier in the day (Thank You Lord)! This got me to think about all the items in my wallet that shouldn't be in there. So I took a quick look on the internets to see what I should and shouldn't keep in my wallet. Here is the best list I could find, so I'm sharing with you!

Hurricane Sandy Relief On Coney Island (where is it?)

Hey y'all,

Hurricane Sandy hit home. No really it HIT home! I'm a Coney Island Brooklyn girl... born and bred. Growing up I was ALWAYS on the beach from sun up til sun down. I shared Coney Island with my children this summer. Not the Luna Park Coney Island but all the way down to 35th street where I was raised. We walked the beach and enjoyed the last bit of summer fun.

Yesterday evening while heading home I asked my husband if he would stop by my hometown so I could get a look for myself. You hear things but somethings you just want to witness with your own two eyes. Last night I was literally bought to tears. I couldn't take any pictures on my phone because my home town was pitch black.

The only visible light was from the police cars that were parked on every corner. Where were the news vans that were flocking to Sea Gate (a private gated community at the far western end of Coney Island at the southwestern tip of the New York City borough of Brooklyn. It contains mostly single-family homes, some directly on Gravesend Bay.) They had to pass the NYCHA houses (where I grew up) to get to Sea Gate. They had to see the buildings in the dark. They had to see the people looking for help and relief.

Wordless Wednesday: Coney Island

The 3 little Brown's on the beach.