"Come in and find your joy," the sign out front said. What in the world, I thought. Another mountain town tourist trap. What a re they selling? Doggone, if it wasn't actually a place of joy.
"A man from our town," the ticket taker told me proudly, a little old lady. "Most of our riders are adults," she told us. "Don't be embarrased."
Added Attraction: Puppet Theatre |
It was worth the one dollar for a taste of childhood joy, a drift of memory of the ecstasy of the merry-go-round, even with no brass ring to chase.
Hi-Ho, Silver!