Meanwhile in petty business. The passenger-side headlight on my car burned out, which very slightly irked me since I was pretty sure I had just replaced it last year? The year before? Not too long in the scheme of things, anyway. But in replacing it I saw, as if for the first time, that the passenger headlight casing had a lot of moisture in it. I can't swear there was actually rainfall in it, but it was close. Way too many beads of water, at least, which I can't swear didn't have something to do with why the light was so dim even when a working bulb was in place.
So, off to the car dealership, where they explained they recommend replacing the whole fixture when it's that wet inside. This seemed reasonable enough to me and so I came back a couple days later after the one they ordered got in. The headlight assembly was more expensive than I would have guessed, but the installation was a lot quicker; I don't think it could have taken an hour.
The result was a great success. The like-new fixture is dry as far as I can tell, and without 147,000+ miles of colliding with air to cloud it up, it's ferociously bright. To the point that now my driver's side fixture looks pathetically dim. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnyhugger was surprised I didn't get both changed at the same time and now that I've seen how much better the light looks? I might go for it the next time I'm getting the car serviced. We'll see.
Now to see Glen Echo Park, though, once upon a time an amusement park on the outskirts of Washington D.C. and now a national park with a special feature.
We're getting closer to the excitement: we've found UFOs!
And here's the thing we most wanted to get to. Glen Echo Park's kept its antique carousel, and it's got the care and attention that a Smithsonian exhibit gets, only you can ride it.
And hey, why did an amusement park on the outskirts of a big and growing city like Washington, D.C., close in the 60s? Could it have anything to do with finally being forced to integrate? (If an amusement park closed in the 60s, there's a good chance it was because Black people were finally allowed in any old day and the white people were not even remotely normal about it.)
The stand claims Pop Corn, but it's really more Art Deco. (It's been decades since you could get snacks there regularly.)
Here's a picture explaining about the history of the ride, along with a picture of the thing you're right in front of.
... And here it is! Notice the two Dentzel rabbits on the inner rows, just behind the tiger?
Trivia: In 1906 New Orleans had only two vaudeville houses, the Greenwald and the Orpheum. In 1921, when the city's population was 387,408, there were four: Loew's Crescent, the Louisiana, the Orpheum, and the Palace. Source: The Encyclopedia of Vaudeville, Anthony Slide.
Currently Reading: Prehysterical Pogo (In Pandemonia), Walt Kelly.
