Brewing Nostalgia: Coffee, Memories and a Bicycle Business Possibility

Let’s take a trip back to New York City in the early ‘90s—a time before Starbucks became a household name, when coffee culture was defined by corner delis, diners, and the iconic blue-and-white “We Are Happy to Serve You” and "World's Best Cup of Coffee" cups. For me, this was a time of survival, discovery, and a growing love for everything adults loved that weren't really on the radar for kids my age, one being coffee, which would stay with me for life. At just 16, I was navigating life in New York, “homeless” in the technical sense but never without a sense of purpose. Coffee became one of my lifelines, at least during the day—a source of warmth, comfort, and energy during those cold days of swinging from payphone to client.

Back in 1992-1993, during my time in New York, Starbucks had yet to leave its mark on the city. The first location wouldn't arrive until 1994, so New Yorkers turned to a rich tapestry of local spots to get their caffeine fix. One standout was Tiffany Restaurant—a classic diner known for its hearty meals and strong, straightforward coffee. Like many iconic establishments, Tiffany Restaurant has since closed its doors, leaving behind only fond memories of its warm, no-frills atmosphere. Ordering coffee there was simple: you’d get a few packets of sweeteners to choose from—usually sugar, Equal, or Sweet'N Low—and two or three small containers of half-and-half. It wasn’t fancy, but it hit the spot, and you left content with what you got. Another gem was The Coffee Shop near Union Square. Erik, a friend and sort of boyfriend I met during my time in the city, introduced me to this spot, claiming it had the best coffee around. While the coffee was a bit strong for my taste, a more than generous splash of half-and-half and a heap of sugar transformed it into a sweet reminder of my childhood, sneaking sips of my parents’ Folgers or Piggly Wiggly brand coffee.

For those on the go, corner delis and bodegas were the unsung heroes of NYC’s coffee scene. Often run by hardworking immigrant families, these spots offered quick, affordable cups of coffee in those iconic blue-and-white cups. There were also an incredible amount of Dunkin Donuts locations that offered, not only a place for random homeless people to camp and hope they flew under employee radar but also served what's one of my favorite cups of coffee to this day. And let’s not forget, for those of us who made their way out of the city and into New Jersey, the ubiquitous 7-Eleven, where a big cup of coffee cost just 79 cents. Sure, it was often old and bitter, but it got the job done.

During those days, I sometimes dreamed of starting my own portable coffee shop—a business built onto a bicycle. Imagine pedaling through the streets of New York, serving up steaming cups of coffee to the masses, just like a hot dog vendor. I swear if I used Folgers, Chock Full o’Nuts, Maxwell House, or even A&P-branded coffee, none of the customers would have known. My idea was simple: offer coffee just a few cents cheaper than the corner stores and restaurants, making it accessible to everyone.
Had I had the resources to build something like that and the mindset to step away from the easy money of hustling, I might have turned that dream into reality. Even now, the idea of a bicycle coffee shop feels like a fun, practical business—something I could see myself doing in retirement, perhaps after a knee replacement or two. It could be a way to stay active, connect with people, and share the joy of coffee, one cup at a time.

Coffee wasn’t just a drink during those days; it was a symbol of comfort for me. Whether it was a strong cup from a diner, a quick fix from a corner deli, or a bitter brew from 7-Eleven, each cup carried a sense of normalcy and warmth that I desperately needed. Even now, the smell of fresh-brewed coffee takes me back to those days when I would walk the streets of New York—a time of survival, discovery, and that odd dream of a caffeinated future.

Coffee has a way of weaving itself into our lives, doesn’t it? It’s more than just a drink; it’s a source of comfort, a ritual, and sometimes even a dream. I’d love to hear your coffee stories. Do you have a favorite café or a special memory tied to a cup of coffee? Let’s chat in the comments—I’m all ears (or should I say, all beans?). And hey, if this story resonated with you and you’d like to support more content like this, your kindness would mean the world to me. Here’s to more coffee, more stories, and more dreams. ☕💜

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A Sweet Memory with Dave Willetts: Hypnotized by On and Off Stage

Picture this: It’s January 1993, one of the coldest days and nights I can recall. I found myself at a man’s apartment in New York City, invited to stay over because of the freezing weather. Here’s how it happened: we were sitting together at Julius', watching the news as they ran a report on hypothermia and frostbite, warning about the dangerously low temperatures that night and the following day. I can’t remember his name, but he was kind—a real aged-hippy vibe. At one point, he turned to me and said, “My place is warm. Would you like to come stay over? I have an electric blanket too.”

It’s a quirky detail, sure, but trust me, it perfectly sets the stage for an evening that would stay with me for decades.

Dave Willetts as The Phantom

This man happened to know I was a die-hard fan of The Phantom of the Opera (and let’s be honest, probably used it to set the mood, haha). He put on On and Off Stage, Dave Willetts’ album. Now, at the time, I only knew of Dave Willetts by association—he had taken over the Phantom role in London after the legendary Michael Crawford stepped away. But when I heard his voice for the first time that night, it was nothing short of mesmerizing. His tone was so much sweeter and gentler than I was used to after hearing Michael Crawford, Colm Wilkinson, and even Mark Jacoby who was currently performing the role on Broadway. I was hooked.

While On and Off Stage includes just two songs from Phantom, it delivers so much more. Willetts’ rendition of “The Music of the Night” is an absolute standout. If you haven’t heard it, you have been missing out! That said, I have to admit I was slightly let down by the album’s version of the title track, “The Phantom of the Opera.” It wasn’t due to Willetts himself—his vocals are stunning—but rather the choice of Lesley Garrett to sing opposite him. While she’s undeniably talented, the duet lacked the iconic “Sing For Me” cadenza and Christine's high E, which has always been a highlight for fans. Fun fact: she later nailed it when Michael Ball featured her on one of his own albums, which did include the full cadenza.

Dave as Jean Valjean

But what really surprised me was that my favorite tracks weren’t from Phantom or even musical theatre. Willetts’ mashup of Bette Midler’s “The Rose” and Neil Diamond’s “Hello Again” is pure magic. And “Nights Are Forever,” a song you might recognize from Twilight Zone: The Movie, was another hidden gem that I couldn’t stop replaying. Then there’s his breathtaking performance of the mashup “Be On Your Own” and “Unusual Way” from the musical Nine. Honestly, it’s the kind of artistry that leaves you in awe.

The next day, before retreating to my little abode in New Jersey to hunker down for the rest of the icy cold, I couldn’t leave the city without making this album mine. I headed straight to Colony Records and snagged their only copy of On and Off Stage. I’ll admit—it was really expensive for an album with just 12 tracks, but honestly? It was worth every penny then, and it still is today.

To this day, it remains one of my most cherished albums—a treasure that instantly transports me back to that freezing New York evening and the unforgettable warmth of discovering a voice that completely captivated me. Dave Willetts’ On and Off Stage is a musical treasure. It’s more than just an album; it’s an experience, blending iconic theatre pieces with pop ballads in a way that feels personal and timeless. Whether you’re a theatre buff, a collector of all things related to The Phantom of the Opera or just someone who appreciates beautiful vocals, I can’t recommend it enough.

Now, I’d love to hear from you! Have you heard this album or have any special memories tied to Dave Willetts’ music? Share your thoughts in the comments below—I’d genuinely love to connect and chat with fellow fans. And hey, if you enjoyed this little journey down memory lane and would like to support more content like this, your kindness doesn’t go unnoticed. A heartfelt “thank you” goes out to anyone who feels inspired to contribute. 💜

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Whispers from the Depths: The Haunting of Kitty's Steps

Welcome, dear reader, to a tale that intertwines the tranquility of nature with the chilling whispers of the supernatural. Have you ever felt the eerie pull of a place, where the air seems to shimmer with unseen presences? Tonight, we delve into one such haunted corner of Devon, England—Lydford Gorge and its infamous pool, known as Kitty's Steps. This story has it all: mystery, tragedy, and a spectral seductress who beckons from beyond the grave. So, settle in, dim the lights, and prepare yourself for a journey into the unknown.

From the dawn of time, water has been a portal to the supernatural—a rock-fanged coast, a tumultuous river, or an idyllic pool can become the stage for ghostly encounters. In Devon, at Lydford Gorge, lies a dark pool fed by a twenty-foot cascade, a place known as Kitty's Steps. Local legend holds that this pool harbors a spirit so seductive, it lures the unwary to a watery grave.

The story begins many years ago with an old woman named Kitty, who was returning home from the market. Opting for a shortcut through a ravine instead of the main road, Kitty led her horse along a narrow pathway that brought her perilously close to the waterfall where she had played as a child. Recent heavy rains had made the path slippery, or perhaps—as some whisper—a spirit beckoned her from the pool below. Regardless of the cause, Kitty never made it home. Her horse was found quietly grazing on the riverbank, and her red kerchief was discovered near the pool. From that day on, Kitty's ghost has been seen standing near the waterfall, her kerchiefed head bowed as she stares into the water, lost in an eternal vigil.

In 1968, the sinister reputation of Kitty's Steps grew darker still. A young soldier, hurrying back to his camp, chose the same shortcut through the ravine. When he went missing for several weeks, a search ensued. His body was eventually found floating on the water's surface below the cascade, a grim reminder of the pool's deadly allure.

These ghostly accounts are more than mere stories; they're a chilling reminder of the thin veil between our world and the unknown. Lydford Gorge and Kitty's Steps serve as a haunting testament to the lives lost and the spirits that may still linger, reaching out to those who venture too close.

And so, we leave Lydford Gorge, its dark waters still whispering their secrets. Do the spirits of Kitty and the young soldier truly linger there, calling out to the living? As with all ghost stories, the truth lies somewhere between the seen and the unseen, the known and the unknown. If this tale of watery doom has captivated your imagination, I'd love to hear your thoughts and experiences in the comments below. And if you feel compelled to support more eerie explorations, a token of appreciation would be most welcome. Until our paths cross again, stay curious and keep your senses sharp—you never know what might be lurking just beyond the shadows.👻

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My Weight Loss Journey and Dealing with Unsolicited Advice

So, here's the thing—I’ve been struggling with my weight for years. Despite trying all sorts of diets and workout plans, it's been a tough battle. Part of the challenge is that I have low testosterone, which definitely doesn't help.

Right now, I weigh 220 pounds. My doctor has asked what I'm doing to lose the weight, and honestly, I'm just being mindful of what I eat. I don't work out, though I know I should. I've been to a nutritionist, and she was really helpful in explaining my needs. Now I know how many calories, how much protein, fat, fiber, and other things I need to consume to keep my body sustained and still lose weight.

I actually use a lot of books like Joel Fuhrman's Eat To Live, Mario Lopez's Extra Lean for the basics and for my bad cravings, I'm using swap-outs from Lisa Lillien's Hungry Girl series.

Throughout my weight loss journey, people, I guess with good intentions, have offered dieting advice. While I appreciate the offer, I really don't want unsolicited diet advice, especially from people who really don't know much about nutrition contrary to what they believe.

Here are some of the things I've been told over the past few months. I never replied to the things people have said, but the statements after each are why that advice is not helpful:

1. Eat a lot of rice.

   • Rice holds no nutritional value. Brown rice is slightly healthier because it has fiber content, but not enough to be "healthy." Rice can be best described as empty calories.

2. You should drink Sprite instead of any other sodas because it is clear.

   • Just because something is clear doesn't mean it's like drinking water. Sprite contains just as many calories as other sodas.

3. You should eat nothing but Lucky Charms.

   • Most cereals are sugar-laden calorie bombs with little nutritional value. Lucky Charms, while wonderfully delicious, contain only a trace amount of protein.

4. Drink 2% or Skim Milk instead of whole milk.

   • Honestly, milk is a calorie bomb. I don't like the flavor of milk and aside from a tablespoon in my coffee or a 1/2 cup in my Raisin Bran, I don't touch it.

5. One cookie won't kill you.

   • Maybe it won't, but it will kill my willpower and set me back on my calories for the day, meaning I'll have to eat less for dinner.

6. You should eat more Chinese food. Have you ever seen a fat Chinese person?

   • Chinese people probably don't eat the bad stuff on the menu. I don't care for the healthier options on Chinese menus. Also, Chinese food is loaded with salt and is actually a HUGE calorie bomb.

7. Cut out all sodas except for one a week.

   • So you're assuming that's all I drink? Honestly, I don't drink my calories. If it's got calories listed on a beverage, I don't touch it.

8. Drinking Slim Fast with every meal will help you lose weight fast.

   • Slim Fast is not a beverage to go with a meal; it IS a meal...hence meal REPLACEMENT. If you drink Slim Fast with your meal, it's like drinking a 200-calorie milkshake.

9. You should eat tuna salad sandwiches instead of ham.

   • Tuna salad's main ingredient, besides tuna, is mayonnaise. Mayo is a HUGE calorie bomb. Ham, turkey, and chicken are better alternatives.

10. Tea is okay to drink if you chase it with water.

    • Sweet tea is just like soda. Unsweetened tea contains good antioxidants and NO calories. If I want sweetened tea, I add a packet of Splenda and a packet of Equal and I still have 0 calorie sweet tea.

11. Why bother? Diets always fail.

    • Because I'm doing this for myself.

12. Avoid fast food. It's bad...Have you seen the new Philly Cheese-steak Sandwich at Subway? Subway's food is healthy.

    • Subway IS fast food. Much like every fast food place in the country, they do have some healthy options, but for the most part, their food is processed calorie and fat bombs like all the rest.

13. If you want a hamburger, go to Ruby Tuesday's instead of McDonald's.

    • Just because it's a sit-down restaurant, it doesn't mean it's healthier. Some burgers at Ruby Tuesday exceed 1500 calories without fries. You might as well enjoy that Big Mac and save a few bucks.

14. Coffee is really bad for you.

    • Coffee helps boost your metabolism, it's pretty much 0 calories AND aside from the caffeine, there's nothing unhealthy in coffee. The problem is most people equate coffee to lattes and sugary drinks. My coffee is usually black or I throw a packet of Sweet n Low, Splenda, and a tablespoon of 2% milk in it. Even then, it's less than 10 calories.

15. If you eat nothing but fruit for a week, you'll lose a lot of weight.

    • I'm sure you would, from diarrhea. Fruit as a whole is a calorie bomb. While some fruits, like apples and bananas, are considered low-sugar fruits, things like grapes, cherries, and oranges are high in sugar.

16. Burger King has healthier burgers than McDonald's.

    • Beef is beef. Beef contains the same calories and fat content whether it's grilled or cooked on a flat top. Don't kid yourself.

17. As long as you eat salad, you're doing well.

    • Not true. Caesar salads are calorie bombs because of the dressing, cheese, and croutons. Dressings are usually the unhealthy culprit on salads. But other components like bacon, cheese, eggs, and even olives can sabotage your good intention with that salad.

18. If you eat healthier foods, you can eat as much as you want.

    • This is true with SOME things. I can eat broccoli all day long but it's not gonna satisfy me. It's not about how much you WANT to eat, it's about how much you NEED to eat.

19. As long as you work out an hour or so longer, you can eat whatever you want.

    • While the concept sounds good, this isn't so. You can't work out for an hour and work off a 1900 calorie hamburger. Also, rewarding your hard workout with food is no different than saying, "I had a bad day at work, I'm gonna eat a bag of chips."

20. Drink more juice.

    • Juice, much like fruit, is a calorie bomb. If you drink juice, you are drinking your calories. If you are counting your calories, you are taking away from your food intake if you drink a glass of juice. Juice is no different than drinking a Coke.

21. Diet Coke will help you lose weight.

    • It's a 0 calorie beverage. It doesn't help you lose anything, it just allows you to drink a soda and not set yourself back on calories.

22. If you want to lose weight, don't count calories, just work out.

    • Working out can help BUT losing weight IS all about the calories. If you eat more calories than you burn off, you will gain weight.

23. Have you tried Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, Lean Cuisine, or Healthy Choice? Those are good options.

    • These foods are all about portion control. The problem is they are all skimpy portions of foods that contain the same amounts of calories, fat, sodium, and pretty much everything else that you'd find in the full-sized versions of the dishes. While they are well marketed. Have you ever eaten a Lean Cuisine meal and thought to yourself that you could eat two? The truth is, if you do eat two, that would be equal to what you'd get if you made it at home and served yourself a regular portion.

24. Powerade and Gatorade are awesome soda alternatives.

    • This is not true, they contain lots of sugar and sodium. Kool-Aid made with sugar would be just as healthy as Powerade and Gatorade. They are sports drinks designed to help athletes replenish their body's electrolytes. They aren't healthy for anyone to drink as an "I'm thirsty" beverage.

25. You should cook at home.

    • I actually do. The reason I got big is NOT because I feasted on fast food, it's because I do cook at home. I was frying pork chops, making mashed potatoes, cooking rice, gravy, cornbread, rolls, and a lot of other high-calorie sides. Don't assume that because I got big, I'm obsessed with fast food.

Despite the challenges and the flood of unsolicited advice, I'm committed to my journey. Losing weight is tough, but it's worth it. And hey, if you ever stumble upon any awesome healthy recipes or tips that are actually helpful, I'd love to hear them! Your support and genuine advice can make this journey a little bit easier.

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Saturday GLOWcase: The Glow of Friendship: Vanessa Bello's Journey with GLOW

In February 2017, the vibrant city of New Orleans was the starting point of a remarkable adventure—a cruise with the ladies of GLOW. It was on this neon-lit journey that I first met Vanessa Bello. Amid the excitement and celebration of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (GLOW), our shared passion for the 1980's wrestling show ignited a friendship that would endure the years. From that initial encounter, our bond grew stronger, culminating in another exhilarating cruise in March 2024 from Miami, where we, along with stars of GLOW and fellow fans, created memories that will last a lifetime. GLOW isn’t just a show to us; it’s a community, a connection, a shared passion.

Vanessa (in white) at dinner with Tina Ferarri, MTV & Lightning

Vanessa grew up on the quiet side of a very churchy town in central Massachusetts. Her street wound its way between two busy highways—one leading to Sterling, the home of "Mary Had A Little Lamb," and the other to Clinton, a once-thriving industrial city now more known for its abundance of bars. Her childhood home was an old, mossy green, single-level house nestled amidst rolling, thickly forested hills, next to a decaying red dairy barn. The barn, owned by neighbors living in a house built in 1776, had seen better decades but was still operational. Vanessa's house, constructed in 1830, was originally a sheep farmer's residence, complete with a large, spacious barn.

A young Vanessa, on the right, with her sister and dad

In this serene neighborhood, traffic was rare, and life was peaceful. Vanessa's parents were very conservative and deeply devoted to the Catholic Church at the center of town. They sang in the choir, and her father often read the gospel from the pulpit on Sundays. Television, with its perceived smut and violence, was frowned upon in their household.

Young Vanessa watching the TV she discovered GLOW on

Despite this, Vanessa found fascination in the world of wrestling. Rare were the times she could see women actually wrestle on their old TV with its rabbit ear antenna. Wrestling became a rare treat, a luxury she savored whenever she could. The arrival of cable television in 1989, after a neighborhood lawsuit, opened up new possibilities, but women's wrestling remained a rare gem. Her exposure was limited to wrestling magazines at grocery stores, where she eagerly flipped through pages to catch glimpses of her favorite wrestlers.

Vanessa in 2009, a time she struggled with her identity

As Vanessa grew older, she grappled with her identity. Her fascination with women's clothing and femininity clashed with her parents' conservative beliefs. Dressing up in glamorous dresses and frilly gowns as a child was initially seen as cute but quickly became unacceptable. Vanessa learned to hide her true self, living a lie and harboring resentment towards her situation. The Sears and JCPenney catalogs that arrived in the mail became both a source of excitement and depression, as she dreamt of a future where she could wear those outfits openly.

Vanessa with Melody Trouble Vixen MTV & Roxy Astor

Amidst these personal struggles, the debut of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (GLOW) offered Vanessa a ray of hope. The all-women wrestling program became a symbol of empowerment and a connection to a community that celebrated strong, fierce women. GLOW represented more than just entertainment; it was a lifeline for Vanessa, offering a sense of belonging and identity.

When asked what does G.L.O.W. mean to her, Vanessa's answer: Everything!

For Vanessa, GLOW is not just a wrestling show—it's a testament to resilience and self-discovery. It represents a world where she can embrace her true self, free from judgment and societal constraints. Through the highs and lows of her journey, GLOW has been a constant source of inspiration, reminding her that she is not alone. The friendships forged on those cruises, including ours, are a testament to the power of community and the indomitable spirit of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling.

Tina Ferarri, Vanessa, Sunny, me, Ashley Cartier & Natalia in Cozumel

As we celebrate these incredible memories, I invite you to share your own stories and experiences of G.L.O.W. Whether you met any of the wrestlers in person, watched their mesmerizing performances, or were inspired by their strength and charisma, I would love to hear from you. Feel free to leave comments and share your memories of GLOW. Let's honor these incredible women, crew and fans together! If you feel inspired to support our efforts in keeping the spirit of G.L.O.W. alive, your contributions in any form are greatly appreciated. Every little bit helps me continue sharing these stories and celebrating the legacy of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling. Thank you for being a part of this wonderful community!

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From Freaks to She Freak: Strange Carny Films

In nearly 50 years, I’ve probably watched over 7,000 movies—and no, I’m not counting. But there’s a fascination that’s been with me just as long: carnivals. While I’ve never been truly “With It” (as the insiders say), I almost was. And even though I never fully stepped into that world, I’ll forever be “For It.”

That love for carnivals and my obsession with movies collided years ago when my friend Stig and I stumbled upon a VHS tape in one of his Gran’s old trailers that had recently been vacated. It was simply labeled FREAKS. We were already fascinated—maybe a little morbidly—with the deformities we’d seen at fairs, so naturally, we had to watch it.

FREAKS is a 1932 classic directed by Tod Browning, the same genius behind Dracula. It’s raw, unsettling and unforgettable. Watching it was like peeking behind the curtain of a world both fascinating and terrifying. The film was banned in many countries for its controversial content, but it painted an authentic picture of carnival life in the early 20th century—gritty, chaotic and utterly captivating.
Not long after, I found a softer antidote to FREAKS: the 1933 version of State Fair, starring Will Rogers. Shot on location at the Iowa State Fair, it was warm and vibrant, capturing the charm of fair life without the darker undertones.

Years later, I came across another film that brought me back to FREAKS: She Freak. At first, I didn’t realize it was essentially a 1967 reimagining of Browning’s masterpiece. Where FREAKS was moody and black-and-white, She Freak was drenched in vivid color, set against the lively backdrop of a 1960s carnival. It borrowed only the climactic ending, where the “human oddities” exact their revenge on the lead antagonist.

The story follows Jade Cochran, a cynical waitress who joins a traveling carnival to escape her dead-end life. She marries the wealthy owner of the freakshow but mistreats her fellow carnies, setting the stage for their brutal revenge. In the end, Jade is transformed into the grotesque “Snake Woman,” a chilling exhibit in the freakshow she once scorned.

Unlike FREAKS, which featured real sideshow performers like Johnny Eck (the Half Man) and the Doll Family, She Freak had to rely on makeup and costumes. By the 1960s, California laws prohibited the commercial exhibition of human deformities, making it nearly impossible to cast real “freaks.” Felix Silla, an experienced actor, was the only true sideshow performer in the cast.

The film was shot on a modest $75,000 budget, with much of the filming taking place on the midways of West Coast Shows, the largest carnival touring the Pacific states at the time. Bobby Cohn, the owner, allowed the crew to film during the 1966 fair season, providing a beautifully framed sideshow complete with freshly painted ticket boxes and a stunning 140-foot double-deck banner line.

Director Byron Mabe and the crew captured some of the magic of the carnival with handheld 35mm cameras, filming thrilling scenes on rides like the Octopus and even documenting the teardown process late into the night. These shots became the opening credits, perfectly conveying the timeless allure of the midway.

She Freak premiered on May 3, 1967, in Minneapolis and St. Paul, before debuting in Los Angeles on Friday the 13th of October that same year. Critics like Kevin Thomas of the Los Angeles Times praised its colorful carnival backdrop and authentic atmosphere, calling it “a surprisingly good little picture.”
For me, FREAKS and She Freak represent two sides of the same coin. One is raw and haunting, the other campy and colorful, but both capture the magic and mystery of carnival life in their own way.

What About You? Do you have a favorite carnival movie or a memory tied to the midway? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. Let’s keep the conversation going—your stories and insights mean the world to me. And if this post brought a smile or sparked a memory, your support helps keep these stories alive. Every little bit makes a difference and I’m endlessly grateful for your kindness. 💛

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A Royal Read Worth Bowing To: My Journey Through The Rules of Royalty by Cale Dietrich

Sometimes a book comes along that sweeps you off your feet in the most delightful, unexpected way. For me, that book was The Rules of Royalty by Cale Dietrich. As someone who works with books and loves to read, I usually stick to advanced reader copies—but this time was different. The story sounded so irresistible that I actually bought it when I came across it while shelving a shipment at work just a few days ago. And wow, what a decision! Within 48 hours of cracking it open, I had completely devoured this gem. Safe to say, I fell head over heels for both Prince Erik and Jamie—and trust me, you'll want to as well.

Picture this: a regular American teen discovers he’s not so regular after all. Jamie Johnson is the heir to the throne of Mitanor, a sunny and dazzling European kingdom. Naturally, his life is flipped upside down when he’s invited to his father’s summer palace to embrace his newfound royal roots. But that’s not all—Jamie finds himself under the wing of Erik Von Rosenborg, the dashing and duty-bound spare prince of a neighboring kingdom. Tasked with teaching Jamie the "rules of royalty," Erik soon finds himself wrestling with feelings far deeper than he'd anticipated.

This isn’t just a story about royal palaces, regal traditions, and fancy etiquette—though it delivers on those fronts too. At its heart, The Rules of Royalty is a beautifully crafted tale of identity, self-discovery and the kind of love that makes you rethink everything. Erik and Jamie’s chemistry is electric and their journey is a reminder that even under the weight of crowns, the human heart craves connection.

What truly sets this book apart are its characters. Jamie is relatable, awkward in the best way and full of heart. Erik, meanwhile, brings depth, charm and a vulnerability that’s impossible not to love. Watching them navigate the complexities of their roles and feelings was such a joy. They’re the kind of characters who stick with you long after the last page. Here’s one of my favorite (non-spoiler!) lines from the book: "Sometimes, the hardest thing isn’t choosing between right and wrong—it’s choosing between what’s expected and what feels true." Moments like these made me pause and reflect, which I think is the hallmark of truly great storytelling.

For those unfamiliar with Cale Dietrich, let me just say—this isn’t his first literary rodeo. Dietrich has a knack for creating meaningful, queer narratives that tug at your heartstrings. His other works, including The Love Interest and If This Gets Out (co-written with Sophie Gonzales), have garnered acclaim for their authentic voices and compelling plots. Based in Brisbane, Dietrich continues to wow readers with stories that balance humor, heart, and just the right amount of drama.

Don’t just take my word for it—here’s what others have been saying:
Kirkus Reviews called it “a sweet romance filled with healthy relationships and honest discourse.”
The Book Ishelf described the book as a “fresh perspective on familiar tropes” with “authentic character development.”
Between the Shelves compared it to a queer retelling of The Princess Diaries—and honestly, they’re spot on.

If you’re curious, here’s how the publisher sums it up: "Two princes from neighboring countries fall into a whirlwind royal romance in this sparkling spin on The Princess Diaries by Cale Dietrich. At a magnificent summer palace, Erik guides Jamie through the intricacies of royal etiquette, politics, and history. What neither prince anticipates is the connection that sparks between them—one that challenges both of their futures."

I can’t recommend The Rules of Royalty enough. Whether you’re into royal romances, queer love stories, or tales of self-discovery, this book delivers in spades. It’s heartfelt, funny, and unputdownable. Cale Dietrich has truly outdone himself with this one. So, have you read The Rules of Royalty? What did you think? I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments below! And if you enjoyed this post and want to keep my reading list growing, feel free to show some love—every bit of support is hugely appreciated. Happy reading, friends. Until next time!

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When Friendship Collides with Politics: A Personal Reflection

Let me take you back to a moment that left me both baffled and reflective. It all started with a Facebook status update—a simple post that spiraled into something much bigger.

“You are dumb and I am tired of your nonsense.”

That’s what he wrote. A status update aimed squarely at me after I dared to challenge his political views with what I thought were valid, well-reasoned points. This wasn’t just anyone; this was someone I grew up with, someone I never imagined would fall into the trap of blind faith and wishful thinking when it came to politics.

We grew up in a community that was, let’s be honest, a breeding ground for bigotry. It was a place where self-proclaimed Christians wielded their values like weapons, shaming anyone who didn’t conform. Somehow, he became part of that crowd—a crowd I never thought he’d join.

I don’t usually talk about politics or religion because, let’s face it, it’s tacky. But I will always speak up when I see people being taken advantage of or when I sense something isn’t right. That’s just who I am.

The whole thing started when a mutual friend posted about losing a government benefit she and her hardworking husband relied on—not welfare, just to be clear. When this guy, my childhood friend, chimed in with an insult, I couldn’t stay silent. My comment must’ve struck a nerve because instead of engaging in a civil discussion, he resorted to personal attacks. He called me a “lefty” and a “snowflake,” then unfriended me.

But he didn’t stop there. He posted that infamous status—“You are dumb and I am tired of your nonsense”—knowing I wouldn’t see it. Mutual friends, however, made sure I did by sending me screenshots. The irony? His defensive, cowardly behavior seemed like the very definition of “snowflake.”

What hurt (though not really) the most wasn’t the political disagreement; it was the personal attack. This man knew my history—the abuse I endured as a child, the circumstances that led me to hustling as a teenager just to survive. Yet, he weaponized that knowledge against me, using it to demean me when I shared a personal story about Lindsey Graham from 30 years ago.

Back then, hustling wasn’t a choice; it was survival. While I eventually found success, it wasn’t something I would’ve done for fun—not at first, anyway. For him to twist that part of my life into an insult was a low blow I didn’t see coming.

This man embodies the values of an archetypal MAGA supporter. When faced with questions or challenges, he deflects, making the other person seem unreasonable. It’s frustrating, but it’s also somehow fascinating.

I’ve done some digging into the psychology behind unwavering Tr*mp support, and here’s what I’ve found:

1. Narrative Resonance: Tr*mp tells stories that resonate with people’s identities, even if they’re not entirely factual.

2. Cognitive Dissonance: Supporters often dismiss accusations against him to avoid the discomfort of conflicting beliefs.

3. Distrust in Institutions: By undermining mainstream media and science, Tr*mp has fostered a reliance on alternative narratives.

4. Emotional Connection: His emotional, rather than logical, communication style creates a strong bond with his base.

5. Group Identity: Supporting Tr*mp becomes part of one’s social identity, making it hard to break away.

This experience taught me a lot about the fragility of friendships and the power of deeply held beliefs. It’s easy to feel hurt and betrayed, but it’s also a reminder of the importance of standing by your values, even when it’s uncomfortable. Now, I’d love to hear from you. Have you ever had a friendship tested by politics or differing beliefs? How did you handle it? Share your thoughts in the comments—I’d genuinely love to connect and learn from your experiences.

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The Rhythm of the Night: Reliving the Eurodance Magic with Corona

My first acquaintance with Eurodance music was when I was in New York City in the early 1990s. I instantly became a huge fan. I love disco and dance music, and to this day, despite the genre's decline at the end of the nineties, I remain a devoted fan of Eurodance as well as all dance music. One of the most memorable moments was hearing Corona's smash hit "The Rhythm of the Night" on the radio and in dance clubs. I was blown away! These tracks are some of the best dance anthems ever, alongside other Corona immortals like "Baby Baby" and "Try Me Out." The album also includes some fantastic tracks that were never released as singles. If you grew up in the nineties and remember the dance music of that era, this album is essential for your collection. It allows you to reminisce about those wonderful times and embrace the super positive energy that only Eurodance music can generate.

Corona's "The Rhythm of the Night" album, released in 1995, became an instant sensation. The album features what the producers wanted you to think were Olga De Souza's powerful vocals, bringing life to a collection of hedonistic dance tracks, more on that later.

Music Week gave the album 4 out of 5 stars, praising the title track and the follow-up single "Baby Baby," calling it a superior dance album. NME rated the album 8 out of 10, highlighting the Spagna Brothers and their collaborator F Bontempi's contribution to the collection of belting dance beats. The album is filled with energetic and danceable tunes, making it a must-have for Eurodance fans. Pop Rescue emphasized the infectious energy of the album, praising tracks like "Try Me Out" and "I Gotta Keep Dancin'." The review noted that the album is perfect for a dance party. Rate Your Music featured mixed reviews. While some users praised the 90s dance classics "Baby Baby" and "The Rhythm of the Night," others felt that the rest of the album didn't live up to the same standard. The repetitive bass beat pattern and cheesy lyrics were points of criticism. Album of The Year highlighted the nostalgic and uplifting nature of the album. Some users expressed a deep emotional connection to the title track, describing it as a song that brings joy and excitement.

Corona, led by the Brazilian model/singer Olga De Souza, became synonymous with Eurodance in the 90s. Interestingly, the actual vocals for "The Rhythm of the Night" were performed by Italian singer Giovanna Bersola (better known as Jenny B). The rest of the tracks were actually sung by Welsh Singer, Sandy Chambers. Olga De Souza served as the face of the group, appearing in music videos and performances, adding to the visual appeal of the act. The album was produced by Francesco Bontempi, also known as Lee Marrow, and the Spagna Brothers. Their collaboration resulted in a collection of tracks that are both energetic and infectious. The recording process of "The Rhythm of the Night" album involved top-notch producers and musicians. The album features a blend of synthesizers, drum machines, and electronic beats, creating a sound that was contemporary and timeless. The use of distinctive instruments and production 

The standout tracks on the album include "The Rhythm of the Night," "Try Me Out," and "I Don't Wanna Be a Star." Each song showcases the infectious energy and catchy melodies that define Eurodance music. One notable cover version on the album is "Baby Baby," which to any fans of the song, THIS is the definitive version of the song, reimagined, adding a fresh twist.

Hearing "The Rhythm of the Night" and "Baby Baby" for the first time in New York City was a game-changer for me. These songs captured my heart and further fueled my love for Eurodance music. I still believe they are some of the best dance tracks ever created. The album's super positive energy and nostalgic vibe make it a timeless classic.

"The Rhythm of the Night" by Corona is an album that continues to bring joy and excitement to fans worldwide. I'd love to hear your thoughts and memories about this album in the comments below. And if you feel inspired, any contributions or gifts are always appreciated but never expected. Let's celebrate this timeless classic together.

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The Wraiths of Wilton Castle: Haunting Echoes of a Forgotten Era

Gather 'round, dear readers, and let me take you on a spine-tingling journey to the fire-scarred ruins of Wilton Castle in southeastern Ireland. Nestled among the rolling hills, this once-stately home of the Alcock family now stands as a haunting reminder of the past. If local legends are to be believed, the castle walls harbor more than just memories—they're home to a fair share of restless spirits. So, grab a cozy blanket, dim the lights, and prepare to be captivated by tales of ghostly apparitions and eerie encounters that will send shivers down your spine.

Looming above the landscape of southeastern Ireland, only the charred remains of once-stately Wilton Castle stand as a testament to its grand past. Until it was ravaged by flames in the early 1920s, this sprawling structure was home to generations of the Alcock family, prominent figures in the region since the early seventeenth century. But even in ruin, Wilton Castle continues to harbor secrets and spirits that refuse to fade into history.

One of the most chilling stories recounts the strange lights that sometimes flicker in the remnants of a castle tower. Local legend has it that an old woman, a one-time actress, met a fiery end in that very spot. On certain nights, her spectral presence is said to illuminate the tower, casting an eerie glow that draws the curious and the brave.

Another spine-tingling tale tells of Harry Alcock, a beloved family member who tragically died in 1840. Each year, on the anniversary of his death, his shade is seen driving slowly away from the castle in a ghostly carriage. In the past, crowds would gather in anticipation of the event, and a local shoemaker even claimed to have had a conversation with the phantom, his voice echoing from beyond the grave.
But perhaps the strangest and most unsettling tale is that of Archibald Jacob, a neighbor with a dark past. As a magistrate and captain of a local militia company during the rebellion against Britain in 1798, Jacob was notorious for flogging and torturing many in the parish. One fateful evening in 1836, while returning home from a ball at Wilton Castle, Jacob met his end in a mysterious fall from his horse. For years afterward, his ghost was said to haunt both the scene of his death and the castle itself. On one eerie occasion, a Catholic priest was summoned to conduct an exorcism. As he made the sign of the cross, the ghost of Archibald Jacob allegedly appeared in the fireplace before vanishing in a cloud of smoke.

These haunting tales are just a few of the ghostly encounters that have been passed down through generations, each one adding to the mystique of Wilton Castle. The castle's fire-scarred walls may stand as silent witnesses to the past, but the spirits within are far from quiet.

As we close the chapter on the eerie tales of Wilton Castle, one can't help but wonder if the spirits still linger, bound by the echoes of their tragic past. Whether you believe in ghosts or not, these stories invite us to explore the mysteries that lie beyond our understanding. If you've enjoyed this chilling journey through time, I invite you to share your thoughts and experiences in the comments below. And if you'd like to support more spine-tingling tales, consider sharing a token of appreciation. Until next time, stay curious and keep your eyes open—you never know what might be lurking in the shadows.👻

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The Great Rocking Chair Caper: A Donald Chronicles Story

Family. It's a bond thicker than blood, right? Well, sometimes, in families like mine, it's a bond thicker than… well, let's just say it's complicated. The stories that have been passed down through the generations, whispered in hushed tones and roared with laughter, are the real treasures. And this one, a tale of audacious shenanigans and suburban surprise, is a perfect example. I've heard it from so many relatives and the key players have confirmed its truth. It's a story so good, some have even suggested I include it in my book. While I'm not sure it fits there, it definitely deserves a place here, in the annals of "The Donald Chronicles."

Back in the 70s and 80s, my daddy's side of the family, particularly those descended from my great-Aunt Velma, were known for their… let's call it "spirited" nature. My Granny, bless her heart, used to warn everyone whenever Velma and her crew were coming over: "Watch them like hawks! They'll rob you blind!" I have a mountain of stories about their escapades, but this one, the inaugural tale of "The Donald Chronicles," is a true gem.

My Aunt Beverly, a vision of elegance and grace, was a hairdresser with a keen eye for beauty, both personal and domestic. She kept herself impeccably put together, and her homes were always a reflection of her refined taste. After a stint in a trailer behind my Granny's house on East Drive, she, my Uncle Gene, and their sons, Brian and Darin, finally settled into a lovely, quiet neighborhood in Mobile, Alabama. They were just getting settled into their new home when, wouldn't you know it, word reached the ears of Velma's daughter, Sissy.

One fateful day, Beverly answered her doorbell to find Sissy, a grown woman, standing on her porch, ready to make a deal. Sissy, with a tale of hard times and a proposition too good to refuse, offered Beverly a "perfect" set beautiful rocking chairs. The chairs would look amazing on her new front porch, Sissy insisted, and the price was unbelievably low. Beverly, charmed by the offer and perhaps a touch of familial loyalty, agreed. Sissy and I think my cousins Micha, Aimee, and Tyre (pronounced Ty-Ree) – promptly unloaded the furniture from their beat-up pickup truck and arranged it in Beverly's yard. Beverly, delighted with her new acquisition, couldn't have been happier.

A week later, a knock at the door brought a different kind of surprise. It was a neighbor, looking rather… perplexed. They explained that their rocking chairs had mysteriously vanished the previous week, and, well, the furniture on Beverly's porch looked suspiciously familiar. As Beverly recounted her recent purchase from her "family," the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place. The realization dawned on Beverly: she had been unwittingly enjoying her neighbor's rocking chairs, courtesy of a brazen daylight heist orchestrated by our own relatives. Beverly, being the honest and kind hearted person that she is gave back the chairs, deeply apologizing for the embarrassing situation that was not fault of her own.

The story, as it's been told and retold, always ends with a hearty laugh. It's a testament to the colorful characters in my family and the unexpected twists and turns life can take. It also makes you think about the things we value, the stories we tell, and the connections that bind us, even when those connections are a little… unconventional.

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The Many Faces of Dementia: A Tribute to GLOW’s Michelle Duze

You ever watch something and think, "Wait a minute, something feels...off?" That was me when the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling season 3 began, after I had started watching GLOW around the end of season 2. I had barely scratched the surface of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling universe—catching just a few late-season episodes and some clips from those old-school VHS tapes they sold back in the day. I wasn’t exactly a superfan…yet.

The first episode of season 3. Dementia made her eerie return, complete with that familiar makeup and over-the-top gimmick. But something was different—I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Was I imagining things? Was it just that a year had passed, or maybe my memory was playing tricks on me?
Spoiler alert: my hunch was spot on. It wasn’t just a slight shift—Dementia was completely different. That’s because the character had a whole new persona, played by someone else. And that revelation sent me down a rabbit hole to uncover the story of the original Dementia herself, Michelle Duze.

Michelle Duze wasn’t just any GLOW girl—she was the original Dementia, the unforgettable bad girl with an axe to grind (literally) and a uniquely childlike, brutal energy in the ring. After season 2 wrapped up, Michelle and a group of other wrestlers followed David McLane to Indianapolis. From there, they trained and hit the road under the banner of the Powerful Women of Wrestling (POWW).

By the time GLOW rolled into its third and fourth seasons, Michelle had already parted ways with the show. So, she never really got to know the newer cast members, including her own replacement, Nancy Daly, who stepped into the Dementia role after her departure. During her time with GLOW, Michelle’s versatility didn’t end with Dementia. She also played Sugar, the sweet Good Girl from New Orleans. And when she joined POWW, she leveled up by taking on even dual characters—becoming both the all-American patriot and Sasha, the fierce Russian competitor.

Here’s a fun behind-the-scenes twist: In GLOW at first, they tried to conceal Sugar’s true identity by giving her an enormous curly wig, hoping fans wouldn’t connect the dots. But eventually, they got more creative. A dramatic storyline involving the Heavy Metal Sisters burning Sugar’s face paved the way for her transformation into a masked character—a clever way to keep Michelle’s dual roles under wraps. Wrestling production wasn’t just about body slams—it was all about cost-effectiveness. They figured having one performer juggle two personas was easier than hiring another wrestler. Apparently, not not everyone fell for it, though. Hardcore fans could spot the similarities between Sugar’s and Dementia’s wrestling styles. While Sugar was more traditional, Dementia’s persona allowed Michelle to unleash a chaotic, almost childlike brutality in the ring.

Michelle was more than just a powerhouse in the ring—she was savvy behind the scenes, too. Rumors of shady dealings among GLOW’s producers and attorneys were no secret. Rather than signing her real name on contracts, Michelle pulled a genius move: she signed with aliases inspired by Disney characters. Talk about outsmarting the system!

Michelle also had some special connections with other GLOW stars. Ursula Hayden, who played Babe during season 3 and 4 and later on became the owner of GLOW, was a high school best friend of hers. Michelle actually introduced Ursula to GLOW during its second season. Also, Hollywood and Michelle had a shared history, working together at the Richard Simmons Anatomy Asylums in Glendale, CA. Hollywood’s boyfriend taught aerobics with Michelle. It was Hollywood who brought Michelle to the Riviera Hotel after the GLOW pilot was shot. Many girls share stories about their living conditions and roomates during their GLOW days. Michelle’s roommate during her Riviera days? None other than Matilda the Hun, played by Deanna Booher. Wrestling, as it turns out, was as much about friendships as it was about flying dropkicks.

Michelle wasn’t just handed the role of Dementia—she had to work hard to make it her own. The producers gave her a basic concept: a character inspired loosely by the tragic Lizzy Borden story. Beyond that, Michelle had the freedom to flesh out Dementia’s quirks and persona. Her entrance by being pushed out in a cage, the silence, the axe—those were all elements that evolved naturally as Michelle stepped into the character. GLOW had its fair share of challenges—there were creative disagreements, editing woes, and questionable management practices. But Michelle and her fellow wrestlers stuck together like a family, navigating the highs and lows of the wrestling world.

After leaving GLOW, Michelle joined David McLane’s new venture, a wrestling show, POWW which toured across the U.S. It was an exhilarating time, with the show following the WWF circuit during Hulk Hogan’s peak era. The only catch? GLOW owned the rights to its original characters, so everyone who joined McLane had to tweak their personas. Michelle left her wrestling career behind in the late 1980's but her legacy as the original Dementia remains unforgettable.

So there you have it—the fascinating, multi-layered story of Michelle Duze, the woman who first brought Dementia to life and left her mark on the wrestling world. Whether you remember her as the axe-wielding wild card or the sweet lady from New Orleans, Sugar, Michelle’s journey is a testament to the grit, creativity, and camaraderie that defined GLOW. What do you think of Michelle’s story? Did you know all these behind-the-scenes details, or did I just blow your mind? Let me know in the comments—I’d love to hear your thoughts! And hey, if you enjoyed this trip down memory lane and want to support more stories like this, feel free to show some love in any way that feels right to you. Thanks for being part of this journey with me!

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Carnival Chronicles: Spinning into Nostalgia on the Himalaya

Hey there, carnival enthusiasts and thrill-seekers! 🎡✨ Today, I want to chat with you about one of my all-time favorite rides – the Himalaya. This ride, known by various names like Musik Express and Super Himalaya, has been a staple at countless fairs and amusement parks, and it holds a special place in my heart.

Let me take you back to my childhood. I first saw the Himalaya when I was around 3 years old at the Greater Gulf State Fair in Mobile, Alabama. Century 21 Shows, owned by Al Kunz, brought this dazzling ride to town, and I remember riding it with my mom and dad. The flashing lights, vibrant colors, and the sounds of the horns, sirens, and music were absolutely mesmerizing. I was also fascinated by how it worked, the way it moved, and how the mirror ball in the center rotated in the opposite direction of the ride. It was the last time my parents rode it, but that memory stayed with me.

Years later, when I was in 3rd or 4th grade, Goodings Million Dollar Midways brought their Reverchon-built Himalaya to the Pensacola Interstate Fair. They also featured a similar ride called the Amor Express, with red lighting, hearts, and a heart-shaped centerpiece that lit up and flashed with the rest of the ride’s lights. It was spectacular!

When Reithoffer took over the midway contract at the Pensacola Interstate Fair, they brought their Himalaya as well as a Mack-built Raupen Bahn. This ride had green and yellow lighting, cars with a caterpillar theme, and a working canopy that enclosed riders halfway through the ride. They also brought the Mack See Sturm Bahn, another Himalaya-type ride with boat-shaped seats that spun and undulated with a cool water feature in the center.

I've always loved the Himalaya and its various iterations, though I'm not a fan of the scaled-down versions by Wisdom. Still, I ride them when I can. Other rides I've enjoyed include Musik Express and Rock & Roll by Amusements of America, Belle City Amusements' Rock & Roll, and the Polar Express owned by Conklin. I've also ridden various Himalaya and Music Express rides from Drew Expo, Cumberland Valley Shows, Peachtree Rides, Royal American Shows, and many others.

So, what exactly is the Himalaya? It's a ride where cars are attached to sweeps radiating from the center. Each car has a wheel underneath that rolls along a track, driven by motors to make the ride revolve. Riders are secured with a simple lap bar, and many today also use seatbelts. The cars travel in a circle, navigating a set of hills. It's more about the atmosphere, with music, lights, and a dance club vibe. Many Himalaya rides feature flashing LED or turbo lights, strobe lights, disco lights, and sometimes laser lights. Fog machines and bubble machines are also popular, and a horn or siren is typically sounded when the ride reaches its highest speed.

There are all kinds of Himalaya rides out there, made by different companies. You’ve got Bertazzon's Musik Express/Super Himalaya and Mack's Musik Express with 20 cars. Then there’s Wisdom's Himalaya/Polar Express with 22 cars—this one's a favorite at most US carnivals because it's cheap to transport and easy to set up and take down. Reverchon’s Himalaya, with 24 cars, is pretty much the gold standard of music rides. For the kids, Venture has a Mini Himalaya with 14 cars. Other makers like Soli, ARM, and SDC also threw their hats in the ring. These rides can be jazzed up with unique artwork, lighting, and designs, so no two look quite the same. Most come with a roof, but some carnivals have given up the roof and travel with models that are open-air.

While doing research for this article, I visited a Tyrone May's website called May's Himalaya Fan Website, which is a treasure trove of detailed photos and information about older Reverchon Himalayas as well as an incredible scratch built model he created. I always find a bit of inspiration when I look at his website. I don't have the patience for scratch building so I have a model that I built from a kit made by Faller. I am looking to buy another Faller Music ride that they created called the Jungle Train and possibly a few kits created by RAH.

Musik Express rides, similar to the original Caterpillar rides of Germany, are built by companies like Bertazzon, Mack, Wisdom, and Reverchon. They feature twenty-ish 3-passenger cars that rotate on a track with sloped and flat sections, powered by 4 DC motors, and can reach speeds of up to 12 rpm. Riders are restrained by a single solid lap bar, and the ride is manually operated, with music and lights controlled by the operator.

Some rides, more common in Europe, even have a canopy that can cover the ride while in operation, adding to the old caterpillar ride nostalgia.

Join the Ride! I hope you enjoyed this whirlwind tour of the Himalaya ride. Share your own memories and experiences with this iconic ride in the comments below. Let's keep the conversation going!
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