There used to be an amusement park on the north shore called Pleasure Island, the Disneyland of the Northeast. It closed in 1969, but for a short time when I was young my stepfather was the Sherriff at Pleasure Island. I know, I know, this sounds kinda ‘Exit to Eden’ skeevy. But Pleasure Island was good, clean, above the waist fun, and he really was the Sherriff with a cowboy outfit and a horse named Wildfire. During his gig at the amusement park he developed the innocent but disturbing habit of saying to timid children, ‘Don’t be afraid, your Sheriff loves you.'
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Pleasure Island, Wakefield, Massachusetts
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