Time..

Time had us by the balls. Test Track was running almost every night and would open to the public soon. We had progressed to the point were we could stay in the ride as long as we wanted. We were at the top of our game yet the "top" also meant the end.

Chief and I had become masters of our obsession. We had learned how to feed our hunger. It became so regular to us that it was totally comfortable. Comfort, dear friends, often leads to sudden chaos.

I guess a good story is worth nothing if it doesn't have an ending.

Tarzan must have smelled REALLY bad. There's no way Jane would have been with him. The Tarzan stories are nonsense.

Speaking of cute redheads...

Next to the tower was a cabinet with a framed picture of the granddaughter! They must have been proud of her. The other pic looks like it came with the frame 1983 style.