To the editor:
I always enjoy your fine editorials. I particularly enjoyed Ed Rood’s Riverview column. It was there my manhood was first called into question - at the roller coaster.
I begged to ride it and stood on my tippy toes to look bigger. I was all guts, bound for glory when I first got in the rickety cars. At the first lurch, my courage ran down my leg. My dear father, annoyed at my pestering to ride, laid it on, pointing out where little boys flew out and died, or where the cars came off the tracks and went into the river. He had never heard all the clacking before. Must be something horribly wrong! We might die! The first plunge confirmed it all for me. Amazingly, we lived, only to veer into the first high corner well out over the river and a million feet high. The ChrisCraft speedboats were whizzing by, looking for “Bobby,” who had fallen out and into the river just before we got on. My adrenal glands were squirting like firehoses! I was quite the sight as our carts ground to a halt. People were laughing at the little boy with the wide eyes, tears and wet pants. Other children looked at me and ran back out of line to their mommies.
I have ridden dozens of coasters since, but none will ever match that first exhilarating and terrifying few minutes at Riverview! Thanks for the memories, Ed!