Mood: party time!
Topic: "The Atlanta Eye" (6)
Frodo never understood why any enterprising entrepreneur failed to assemble enough land and to construct a model "Tara" prior to the 1996 Olympiad in Atlanta. Frankly, it was what the world wanted to see in Atlanta, and the tourists would have paid any price to carry each other up a winding staircase or to wrap themselves in green window dressing. Frodo has supposed that it is likely that good things just happen in Atlanta, because it is increasingly clear that what is planned grows abyssmally more simplistic with each passing day.
Bernie Marcus, half of the dynamic duo who created "Home Depot" apparently has too much money and too little sound judgment. His generosity produced the Atlanta Aquarium, billed as the largest in the world, which contains beluga whales and whale sharks on exhibition. Of course, the fact that many of these gargantuans have mysteriously passed on to that big fish pond in the sky is rarely discussed in polite circles. To Frodo's chagrin it is noted that there are aquaria, although admittedly smaller, in almost ever city in America. They even have one in Chattanooga, known until now for only the presence of a Choo-Choo converted into a fast-food eatery.
Not to be outdone, even if by his own lack of creativity, Marcus has put forth an idea dubbed the "Atlanta Eye," which is defined as a 45-story Ferris wheel. Marcus, it seems, got the idea while on a recent trip to London, which already has its own "London Eye." Doen't this guy have an original thought in his head? After all, "Home Depot" is just a hardware store, but without customer service.
Frodo has decided to put on his thinking cap, and suggest to the "leadership" of Atlanta that it might really be a good idea to install a big, old carnival ride in downtown Atlanta, but it would be even better if it was one of the attractions other than the Ferris wheel.
Picture the "Tunnel of Love" or the "Tilt-A-Whirl," with certain modifications, for example. A spinning Tilt-A-Whirl would have puke a-flyin' from elevations ranging from ground-level to the very heights of 191 Peachtree. A Tunnel of Love, staffed with inhabitants of Atlanta's downtown bridges and exit ramps, would not only provide jobs for the chronically unemployed, but would lessen the libido of the riders, for a long, long time. Nobody would argue against a smaller birth-rate.
It is only fitting that the true Capital of the South should lead, rather than follow, into the latter stages of the twenty-first century.
It could be the first step in the creation of a whole new entertainment complex. We'll call it "Maddox Land."