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… for today’s trip to the Enchanted Forest (see post below this one for details), but it was certainly a hoot sober. The feeble faded fragments of Mother Goose and Grimm tales UD remembers from her trips to the EF 58 years ago remain fully un-intact, their aura of the random malsain surreal even more powerful than before. It was all there – the chipping paint, the dusty magic potions, the sordid three-bear beds. Criminal neglect and magical mystery mingled to create a sense of desperate shabby enduring escapism… and ain’t dat life? Ain’t it da truth?

Semi-bodied woman with soiled dress hopelessly seeks admittance to red schoolhouse.
Dead Kim Novak.
Chais pas.

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4 Responses to “A fat doobie would have set me up even more nicely…”

  1. Stephen Karlson Says:

    “Criminal neglect and magical mystery.”

    The astonisher is that such a relic of the Baby Boom era is still standing, given real estate prices these days. Go-kart tracks, kiddielands, drive-in theaters, anything seasonal is too tempting a site for an office park or strip mall.

  2. Anon Says:

    Chais pas is obviously one of the three bears, though why he has a spoon stuck up his nose is less obvious.

  3. Margaret Soltan Says:

    Stephen: Yes – that was exactly the fate of the original EF; but people were so attached to the place that a local landowner removed the whole thing and plunked it down on her farm.

  4. Margaret Soltan Says:

    Anon: LOL. On closer examination, I think the bear is smoking a pipe…

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