When my father rode it as a boy it was the jewel of Crescent Park. The amusement park made Riverside a summertime destination until the seventies. The Crescent Park Looff Carousel. It was loud and it was fast and at the time was already 70 years old. It was Riverside. It was home.
When I rode it as a boy it was the only remaining structure from the long out of business amusement park. In my early-teenage years the trashed abandoned bumper cars out behind the ride would be cleaned for the construction of condos. It was loud and it was fast and at over 90 years old didn’t have the funding to stay open every year but when it was open we went and rode. It was Riverside. It was home.
When Liam rode it as a boy it was two weeks ago. The staff and the fire marshall monitoring the event taking place were welcoming and helpful in allowing us time to get Liam and his ventilator on board. It was loud and it was fast, so much so that I don’t think Liam enjoyed the ride at all but that’s ok. He never really had a choice in the matter. At 118 years old and a local historical landmark, Liam was going to ride that thing at least once no matter what. It was Riverside. . . .
… and he’s a Riverside boy now.
It’s his home.