feedCoaster, Coaster, Coaster
When I was a boy, about 6 years old (I think I was 6), this was the view out my window. I lived in an apartment with my mother, about a block from the Puyallup fairgrounds, and most of the time this was relatively meaningless, I suppose, but something about that coaster tripped my imagination, and I remember sitting in classes years later imagining impossible coaster rides--some of them probably more possible today.
During the fair, every night just before closing down there were fireworks, and I'd wake up and look out my window, surprised again by my good fortune.
Coaster! Coaster! Coaster!
