… 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?
April 17th, 2019 at 12:23PM
“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.
April 17th, 2019 at 12:53PM
Chais pas is obviously one of the three bears, though why he has a spoon stuck up his nose is less obvious.
April 18th, 2019 at 6:03AM
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.
April 18th, 2019 at 6:03AM
Anon: LOL. On closer examination, I think the bear is smoking a pipe…