When Mr. Ferris’s Giant Wheel starts to become its own character…
Three men holding lamps walk by. They talk in low tones, and I turn to see where they’re going. I didn’t think there was anything behind me, but in the soft glow of their lamps, I see a pile of steel that looks like a giant spider’s web.
I follow the men, the pile of steel growing from one to several, and in the middle is a giant axle attached to the ground. The men raise their lamps. In the background are boxes as large as covered wagons.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“Mr. Ferris’s giant wheel. It was supposed to be ready for opening day, but as you can see, it’s not even close.”
It’s half built, a skeleton missing whole sections. I step forward and touch a piece of steel. It’s cold despite the warmth in the air. “That’s too bad. It would’ve been nice to ride it, to see the entire fair from the very top.”