Emmanuel puts his skates on in the Stardust Skate Center change room before getting on the rink. PHOTOS BY KIM DOLEATTO I pondered how much a broken bone would cost to treat and how long it would take to heal. The parking lot was packed, the queue was long and amid the families and teenage skate queens I took my place and tried to look assured: I knew my son Emmanuel, 5, could smell fear. And it would be contagious. I focused on the neon wall art instead and concluded bowling alleys and roller skating rinks shared a design agreement. At Stardust, it’s a space odyssey scene with brightly colored aliens pointing us along the ticket aisle. At a narrow window, a woman collected payment and...
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