Yeah, I know. Y’all were getting used to having some content from me every Sunday, and then I disappeared. What happened?
I’ve been writing short fiction—a lot, and honestly, I’m not the type of writer who can do both. While most of the year was spent on my novel Tidings, my muse let me down on that one for little bit, but inspired three new pieces. “Omniscience” and “Threading the Needle” are out for submission; a third, “Temporary Inconveniences,” is being workshopped, and after that, I’ll be finishing one I started last year post-“Wrecking Malcolm” called “Feast or Famine.” Ideas for new pieces are coming out of nowhere, and I mostly have to give them all of my attention except for necessary adult things like bill paying, cleaning the house and getting the windshield repaired on the car: a novel I can work on and balance life. Short fiction? Not so much. It’s pretty much bye-bye Krissi.
Of course, around all of these projects, Read the rest of this entry
In 1984, eight people burned to death when a dark ride caught fire at Six Flags Great Adventure in New Jersey. I was 13 and watched the unfolding drama on the six o’clock news; I recall overhead footage—probably filmed from a helicopter—of the building, flames bursting from the roof, thick billows of smoke obscuring scattering patrons below. I remember thinking, people are dying in there. I remember thinking, something like this can’t be happening at an amusement park. They’re supposed to be fun.
I turned to my Dad. “This is awful. How could this happen?”
“Well,” he sipped his Tab. “These other things just aren’t safe. That’s why we never take you kids anyplace but Disney World.”
Which wasn’t entirely true. My pre-school summers had been punctuated with trips to Storytown USA (ironically, now Six Flags Great Escape), Catskill Game Farm, and Santa’s Workshop—all of which had rides of some sort. But, I accepted his answer and tried to forget about it.
When the image of that burning structure didn’t go away, however, I became obsessed: carnivals and little amusement parks were suddenly terrible places where danger lurked. Several years later, this was reinforced on my very first trip to a non-Disney amusement park.
It was the cusp of summer in 1992, and my fellow URI Good 5¢ Cigar staff members were going to Rocky Point. Although Dad’s words and that image still haunted me, I let my friends con me into it—after all, perhaps he’d been exaggerating.
Turned out he hadn’t been. There were cracks in the sidewalks and pavement. One of the cars on The Wildcat roller coaster had a broken wheel. The Enterprise was rusting. The food booths were dilapidated. Night’s onset revealed lots of burnt-out neon. I was horrified—did the people here not see all of this around them? Was not one of them afraid to get on The Freefall, which sounded when it dropped like it was going to collapse of metal fatigue? What was the appeal in this?
There was, however, something darkly attractive about the place. After that day—despite a terrifying spin on the Enterprise—I suddenly couldn’t resist even the smallest carnival or amusement park. I made these places a way of life every summer—even if I still didn’t understand why.
Recently, I made my annual visit to the Danbury Carnival. It’s mostly the same rides every year, but part of what keeps it fresh is the chipping paint, the malfunctioning special effects in the haunted house, the cloying cotton candy, the cheesy one-dollar prizes that cost me ten to win. There’s something almost natural about it.
I recall, even though I was probably anywhere between the ages of two and six, Storytown USA. We were frequent visitors, and I remember Dad pulling the Dodge Dart into the parking lot and my little heart pounding, because I couldn’t wait to get inside. All these years I’ve thought of the place fondly as a wonderland populated with merry statues of Jack and the Beanstalk and Pete’s Pumpkin. But the images posted at http://theimaginaryworld.com/st.html illustrate these statues were actually quite frightening. The Three Men in a Tub—which I remember not being able to look away from when I was little—have such exaggerated features they look like mutants. Little Miss Muffet’s kewpie-doll face is painted like a whore’s, and Humpty Dumpty’s shoddy clothing and Rosacea are clearly indicative of too much booze. The artist who constructed these statues chose to make these characters wear their decay and weaknesses on their outsides. While they were grotesque, they were also human. Ugly as they were, I was comfortable with them. Because, even at that age, I related to them.
I’ve concluded that maybe the reason we find carnivals and small amusement parks appealing is they mirror in steel in neon what’s in ourselves. We glitter outside, but decay inside. We are solid and strong outside, and weak and damaged or broken inside. We go through life sometimes pretending that we’re happy, but underneath, we’re not. It’s all an illusion. The occasional spot of rust on the Ferris wheel, shattered bulb on the Music Express, or contorted face on The House of Horrors’ façade reminds us of that.
And that is why we can’t stay away.
 It took me a long time to track down which tragedy this was, as for some time I thought it had occurred at the what-was-then Riverside Park in Agawam, Mass. I found my answer, though, at a site called RideAccidents.com. The full text of Ride Accident’s blurb on this is as follows, and since I’m not sure if it’s RA’s original content or if they just compile news reports from other sources, the proper citation follows.
Friday, May 11, 1984 – Eight teenagers burned to death in the Haunted Castle attraction at Six Flags Great Adventure theme park in Jackson Township, New Jersey. A light bulb had burned out in one of the rooms of the attraction, and a 14-year-old boy lit a cigarette lighter to find his way through the darkness. The flame ignited some foam rubber padding which was used to protect people from bumping into a wall. A fire resulted, which quickly spread throughout the 17-trailer structure with the help of extremely flammable building materials. The fire eventually engulfed and totally destroyed the attraction. Fourteen people — four of them employees — managed to escape after the fire had started. Seven people were treated for smoke inhalation at an area hospital. Firefighters from 11 towns were called to the scene.
The families of those who were killed later sued Great Adventure, Inc., and its parent company, Six Flags Corp., charging them with manslaughter and aggravated manslaughter. The prosecution held that the park disregarded safety precautions, and that the disaster occurred due to the combustibility of the building, lack of sufficient emergency exits, and the lack of fire alarms and sprinkler systems. The defense cited a 1983 report by fire inspectors, which concluded that the attraction was safe for operation.
Great Adventure, Inc. and Six Flags Corporation faced maximum combined fines of $1.2 million. It was reported that they spent $6 million for their defense.
The companies were acquitted on all charges by a Superior Court jury on July 20, 1985, in Tom’s River, New Jersey.
RideAccidents.com, “US Amusement Ride Fatalities (1972-1997), Friday, May 11, 1984,” http://www.rideaccidents.com/rides.html.
 Storytown, USA, was a Mother Goose-themed park in Lake George, NY. If you remember it, there’s a wonderful photo essay here: http://theimaginaryworld.com/st.html. It’s scary to note that when I went through my parents’ old photo albums, I found several of these postcards this person posted.
 A brief history of Storytown USA and its transformation into Six Flags Great Escape can be found here: http://www.ultimaterollercoaster.com/themeparks/locator/park/greatescape_ny.shtml. For more photos and a wonderful slideshow from someone’s personal collection, click here: http://blog.timesunion.com/chuckmiller/return-to-storytown/11/ And, if you’d like to enjoy an entire WEBSITE about Storytown USA, please visit Storytown: A Retrospective at http://stusa.wordpress.com/
 Catskill Game Farm, in Catskill, NY, operated for three-quarters of a century. I was there on its last day of operation on Columbus Day, 2006. You can read more about it here. http://albany.bizjournals.com/albany/stories/2006/07/31/daily50.html
 Santa’s Workshop lists its address as North Pole, NY, but its official location is in Wilmington, NY (not too far from Lake Placid). It’s one of those classic family-run parks that I hope never closes. You can learn more about it here: http://www.northpoleny.com/
 Rocky Point Park was in Warwick Neck, RI, and was much beloved by many a Rhode Islander. It closed permanently in 1996. http://www.joenisil.com/rockypoint/index.htm is one of the most comprehensive Rocky Point sites I’ve seen to date, with loads of photos and postcards going all the way back to the 1900s, articles, links to other sites about the park, recipes for its famous clam cakes—and believe it or not, the Rocky Point theme song you can listen to right on your computer. If you’re serious about Rocky Point Park, you can also order the feature-length, award-winning documentary YOU MUST BE THIS TALL: The Story of Rocky Point Park at http://www.rockypointmovie.com/index.html. I own this DVD and re-watch it every summer. It’s worth every dime.
 No one knew then the place only had four summers left; in fact, journalist Mark Thompson wrote a beautiful description of the park’s run-down condition toward the end of its existence in a 1996 article in Rhode Island Monthly called “Rocky Point’s Final Ride.” If you’d like to read the article, you can read that here: http://www.joenisil.com/rockypoint/images/thompson2/index.htm
A couple of days after I published this, I discovered the wonderful Storytown USA blog I’d found (http://stusa.wordpress.com/) had a Facebook page. I headed over there and joined and then posted the photo of my mysterious first ride, hoping a fan of the page would be able to identify the attraction, since I still couldn’t find a reference to it anywhere.
The blog’s writer contacted me – he didn’t know about this attraction, thanked me for making him aware of it, and is at work trying to track down what it was called. I’ll keep everybody posted. Fingers crossed! — KPS 7-7-10