Here it is late in the afternoon. Unseasonably warm. Plenty of jackets left home. Two women we thought might be lovers wander out of the coffee shop after mochachinos. They talk across the hood of a Buick (the economy model), then the taller one drives off in a Dodge Dakota. No one is arguing in the WiFi room; the television is dark, not merely muted. So now we can imagine anything—crews soon wrapping street light poles in plastic garland with those tiny white lights; the so-called 'Recession Special' (two for one) at Dawg Haus Coney Island.