…Many dusty dioramas with mounted animals, free-roaming flocks of peafowl (most of the displays are open to the outdoors), a pitch-dark dilapidated maze of undetermined purpose, Indian artifacts of all kinds, a tumble-down zoo with enough empty cages to make you vaguely apprehensive, and a huge, ill-tempered alligator in a much-too-small concrete pool. All of these things are wonderful in a way that only those who grew up in the Fifties can understand -- simple, low-tech, and real. I hope that a buyer was found who appreciated and preserved this little shrine (http://www.roadsideamerica.com/tip/2856).
That is, it was tacky.
It blew down in Hurricane Opal.
It’s up there in Heaven with
Concrete tiki-gods from
Water-slides and go-kart tracks.