The final countdown

As our days with Gertie are dwindling to just a couple, I decided that I needed more terror in my life. So, last night we went to La Fete de Marquette, which has returned to the vastly improved Central Park, just a few blocks from our new abode. What was so scary about the festival?

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Molly on her first Ferris wheel ride, that’s what. Oy vey. I couldn’t get more pics because (a) my phone keeps telling me it’s at photo capacity (note to self: do something about that) and (b) everytime I looked at them, I went weak in the knees and started to cry. Literally, I cried. Please come down, I internally shouted. But Molly? Grinning from ear to ear and, when Aaron told her the ride was ending and they’d have to get off, shouted, “No!!!”

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3 Responses to “The final countdown”


  1. 1 Mary July 11, 2014 at 10:28 am

    That is so sweet but admit very scary

  2. 2 Jane Roe July 12, 2014 at 7:09 am

    I still remember when I took Tim on the Ferris wheel ride at Bay Beach. Mike and Dorothy had taken him on all the other rides and felt that I could at least do one ride, totally ignoring my terror. At any rate, we got on the ride and we immediately went from ground level to the very top where the Ferris wheel stopped and we sat precariously swaying in the breeze. Tim looked out at the beautiful view of the bay and said,”I think I can see God!” I, my knuckles white from clutching the bar so tightly, said through clenched teeth, “So can I.” We were not, however, on the same page at all.

  3. 3 kateandgracie July 14, 2014 at 9:15 am

    Ha!


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