The carousel sat at the far edge of the park, where the row of shady maple trees ended, and the grass gave way to hard-packed clay. The Southern Ohio sun beat down on Dalton Kingston’s neck and shoulders as he pushed the button that brought the ride to a groaning halt. When all the passengers had safely exited, he returned to the entry gate to begin the process again. He could have done his job blindfolded. It was a routine that never stopped and never varied.
Except for when it did
M. Jean Pike 