My 3 year old son and I spent many hours laboring over a coloring contest that led to naming this stupid cowboy, and not only did we lose that contest, we lost the whole park. (We were going to name him "Hickory Slick," but the name they chose was "Wild West Willy.) He's never forgotten being let down so harshly by the closing of this park. In ways, I take some blame, for I really hyped it up. We bought season tickets, in person, on the grounds, the first day one could purchase them. I was totally suckered in, so very much so that I still would like to think that Mr. Etheredge may not be such a bad guy.
Nevertheless, it is so very painful to be reminded daily (hourly) of a dream never to be fulfilled.
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