I came late to my love of carosels; one day I was standing in a shopping mall talking to a pretty girl with a tattoo of a Palladian Owl on her shoulder about the nature of being a carny (she was the carousel operator), and it suddenly landed on me just how fragile and wonderful and improbable carousels really are, and I fell in love. All carousels are magical, and the older they are, the more magical they are.
So today we have the following post, from Sharon Lee (by way of Dementia), of the Lee and Miller writing team, and... It made me cry, pretty well ripped my heart out. It's worth reading.