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04/07/11 - (2)
Fun Town
This out-for-adventure Wednesday afternoon, Savvy, Parker, their intrepid "Grandzo" (Linda), and I Head to Swing-A-Round Fun Town, For a triathlon-plus-one Of bumper boats, go-carts, nine holes of mini-golf, And a throw-caution-to-the-wind race through the arcade.
Within giddy minutes, we divide into two teams: Savvy and Grandzo, in one boat, then cart, L.D. and Parker in the others. Competition consists of who's having the most fun, Not who's doing the most ramming, Who's getting the most checkered flags.
Then, it's every adult/boy/girl for him-/herself — The fewer the strokes, The closer to wearing the green jacket each gets — Until, after one complete round, We mutually decide to tear up the scorecards; All four of us are winners.
My and Linda's participation in the arcade dash Is to turn cash into legal-tender tokens That feed the insatiable, ear-splitting machines Spastically spitting strips of tickets With which to "win" cheesy Chinese gewgaws (Guaranteed to self-destruct before we get home).
Two-and-a-lot-less-change hours later, With unrelieved reluctance, we leave the municipality Of "FUNtastic For The Whole Family!," Still feeling the bumps, smelling the gas and rubber, Witnessing the balls miss the cups, by miles, Collecting tickets for our next adventure together.
04/07/11 - (2)
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