Oh, I see, that was a preview. Anyway. Coney Island. I was astonished at how enormous the complex was. It was, of course, built by separate transit companies to serve an earlier iteration of Six Flags, and each line had to have room for train storage and multiple discharge platforms and turnarounds. And when I was there, late 80s, most of it was disused, like a gigantic closed amusement park of its own.
We happen to live at the N/W last stop at Ditmars. I know that guy who sings and flaps his hands. I never knew his name, though. Harold. He seems like a Harold. There is, indeed, a Last Stop Cafe. They make pretty good pasta, and garlic knots. Really the street's like so many other streets.
Two nice things about being at the last stop: You always get a seat in the morning, and it's difficult to sleep through your stop in the afternoon.