"Lagoon" in Utah boasted the largest non-chlorinated pool. I'm sure it was a disease pit.

I remember going to the funhouse late at night, just before closing, climbing the stairs to the carpet slide, and seeing the abandoned mannequins from the old terror ride, draped in old sheets, partially exposed. It always saddens me to see things like that, forsaken illusions.

That night my mom fell asleep at the wheel of our station wagon and drove over a cliff. A telephone pole slowed us down right before we went over, buckling the roof of the car. Nobody was seriously hurt--sagebrush slowed our fall.

That's all.