By the summer of 1925, weird tale author H.P. Lovecraft was souring on his New York experiment. He was living in a boarding house in Brooklyn. He was robbed of nearly all his clothes. His wife was living in another city. He was barely writing. Still, he managed to enjoy his summer.

You can share in Lovecraft’s seasonal hijinks with my latest story for Urban Archive. Join him as he strolls along the Coney Island boardwalk, relaxes in Prospect Park, and picnics in the Bronx.

Read about Lovecraft’s summertime fun here.

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