Jason Braun
Google
In '16, when the world was chewing on its grit, they hammered and hoisted up the carousel at Lighthouse Point Park. This wasn't just any merry-go-round; it was a whirl of dreams, one of the last of its dying breed, snagged by New Haven's rough hands a decade later.
The thing's got 72 beasts on its back — horses with eyes wild as Saturday night, camels that saw the desert once, and dragons that breathed fire before they got caged in this dance. They spin, these wooden misfits, twirling those sunburned beach bums and wide-eyed kids a stone's throw from the moody licks of Long Island Sound.
Stashed under a roof that's seen better days, it's a nickel-and-dime show. Fifty cents and you hitch a ride on this ancient whirligig, running from the first sweat of summer to the last gasp of it. It's a nickel-and-dime show, but for those few moments, you're buying a piece of the sky.