Straight Line of the Day: The “Daily Mail” ran a story on how dangerous Action Park was. Fond amusement park memories include…
(… well, of course, that time the ride operator told Joe Pesci he was too short to get on a ride…)
Straight Line of the Day: The “Daily Mail” ran a story on how dangerous Action Park was. Fond amusement park memories include…
(… well, of course, that time the ride operator told Joe Pesci he was too short to get on a ride…)
…shaking the hand of the line attendant at Disney on the It’s a Small World ride and staying “Hi! I’m Eric Stratton, Rush Chair! Damn glad to meet you!” and then walking on and have my brother come right behind, shake the attendants hand and say “That was Eric Stratton, Rush Chair! He was damn glad to meet you!” Good times!
…NOT having to hear Hillary’s screed in the Hall of Presidents.
Wow! I just realized I have never been to an amusement park. I am not amused.
… spending two hours in line for a three-minute flipfest, listening to the complaints of my companions the whole time…
…wearing a blue dress to the Hall of Presidents, standing up and yelling “That’s the guy!” when they introduce Slick Willy.
… riding a smelly, mange-infested donkey through a cheaply made set piece of the Old West… yeehaw!
… fat German businessmen pretending they’re acrobats, forming pyramids and
frightening the children and barging in the queues…
The “Daily Mail” ran a story on how dangerous Action Park was. Fond amusement park memories include…
I took a ride on a shoot-the-chute
That girl I sat beside was awful cute
After we stopped she was holdin’ hands with me
My heart was flyin’
Up like a rocket ship
Down like a roller coaster
Back like a loop-the-loop
And around like a merry-go-round
We ate and ate at a hot dog stand
We danced around to a rockin’ band
And when I could I gave that girl a hug
In the tunnel of love
You’ll never know how great a kiss can feel
When you stop at the top of a Ferris wheel
When I fell in love
Down at Palisades Park
I went to Palisades Park many times as a kid. Coney Island and Freedomland too.
Cotton candy with asbestos, the rusty old Tetanus-Twister, the Vomit-Comet tilt-a-whirl.
Don’t forget “Blockhead”, the weirdo that hammered stuff into his head.
Good times!
I remember going on a nightmare cross-country trip only to have the moose at the front gate tell us the park was closed.
Leaving extraneous bolts randomly strewn about around the rides when the carnival came to town.
Flicking my lighter in front of the barbershop quartet on Old Main Street and screaming “Freebird!”
Asking random people stepping away from the hot dog carts if they knew the reason nobody ever sees rats at Disney World.
The real answer is that they have a rather large semi-feral cat population that roams the park at night taking care of the interloping rodents.
And by “taking care of,” I mean “killing.”
Just in case the meaning wasn’t crystal clear.
Whose deleter and the club that’s made for you and me?
M-I-S-S-I-N-G M-O-U-S-E
… standing on the roof of one of the buildings in the Western World section yelling that the new sheriff was near. Great times!
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Extra helping.
…getting to second base for the first time.
Musical Spikes
Hide and go Kill
Pin the tail on the Cape Buffalo
Tethercat
Their biggest roller coaster…. The Boeing 737 Max
The sweet smell of cordite after that 120mm M256A1 goes boom.
…gettin’ word some of y’all city boy kayakers was headed downstream.