I have to admit my favorite part of marathon day was going here:<\/p>\n
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I think it's now a historical landmark, and it opened in the '40s as part of a beachside amusement park. You walk into a dark, black room with no windows but a rotating mirror reflecting through a hole in the roof a living projection of the scenic shore outside. It's like science and photography and a total waste of time all rolled into one.<\/a> In other words, a few of my favorite things.<\/p>\n For modern amusement, they've thrown up a few holographic images for shits and the kids today with their cameras and computers and all.<\/p>\n There was a chatty little girl inside, who her mother had left alone in there. She wished she was taller to see the holograms and asked me to explain a few. We discussed one that I thought might be a gremlin,<\/a> given that holograms seem so '80s. She had never heard of them. She said, she does have a video she hasn't watched yet of hobgoblins, though. I really hope it's not this video.<\/a><\/p>\n I don't think M. thinks I'm right in the head. When we were walking away down the seawall, I pointed out that the little girl was damn lucky we weren't pedophiles. It was implied to me that normal people don't think like that or, I guess if they do, don't mention it. <\/p>\n