When David Emami was younger, he had been invited to a birthday party at Portland, Oregon’s only amusement park, Oaks Park. He loved his time riding the rides and eating his weight in cotton candy, and so, after seeing a commercial on television for a discount day at the park, decided that his 50 year absence was too long. He felt it was at last time to return.
When David arrived, he was annoyed to see that the main parking lot was completely full on that beautiful June day, so David was forced to drive down the street several blocks until he at last found a spot. He hiked back to the park in the heat and was unhappy before he even entered. He paid his admission and was soon surrounded by screaming kids and long lines everywhere. It was nothing like he remembered.
“Good heavens,” he exclaimed, “is there anything without a line?!” David walked around and couldn’t find anything that was worth more than a five minute wait. Then he saw it: the big pink slide that every good amusement park has, complete with burlap sacks to ride on. David’s heart raced with the thrills of childhood, and he immediately jumped at the chance to ride.
“One burlap sack, please,” he said proudly to the 16 year old acne ridden boy in charge of the slide.
“They’re just over there. You grab your own,” he replied.
“Oh,” said David, who was rather unimpressed with the boy’s lack of enthusiasm. He was, after all, in charge of the world’s best amusement park attraction.
David grabbed his sack and headed up the stairs. He was the only person over 12 years old to climb those stairs in the park’s history. Once on top, David placed his sack down and said to the nervous 5 year old chubby boy sitting next to him, “Here goes nothing! Hope we don’t die!” And away he went until he reached the bottom. His smile never left his face.
“Mind if I go again?” he asked the attendant.
“Whatever dude,” he replied
David spent the rest of the afternoon riding the slide over and over again. In total, he rode it 67 times. Needless to say, his legs were quite tired when he was done. On his way out, he purchased 3 bags of cotton candy: 1 for him, 1 for his cat, Fred, and the other for his one-eyed feline, Barbra Streisand. It had turned out to be a perfect day.
David Emami is Alone in Portland is a collection of stories that peer into the life of a middle-aged curmudgeon with a fondness for cats and antiques.
Playfully illustrated with Bitmoji characters, his story comes to life as each day brings a new adventure.
He was obsessive compulsive and mad about antiques. The apartment was covered, top to bottom, in decor that would be more aligned with that of an old woman that peaked in the 1960s. david-emami-takes-on-portland.html
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