“Wow! Look at that ride! I want to go on it. Can I, Daddy? Can I? And the carousel, and the fun house, and roller coaster…” Ella dragged on her father’s hand in an effort to go everywhere at once.
“Slow down, Ella.”
“But tomorrow the fair goes away! What do we do then?” Ella threw her hands out in an exaggerated version of a gesture her mother often used.
“Well… I’ve been thinking. How would you like a carousel at our deli?”
“Nah! Who would go?”
Twenty years later, Ella’s Deli received an award as a city land mark.
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit: Ted Strutz
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