For the preceding post in this multi-post series, see Mark in the Bee-Hive State Part 3.
As he walked through the arch, ‘Mark”s thoughts were taking him back to the flesh-pots and gambling casinos of Nevada, which he had passed through on his way to the Bee-Hive state. “I’m sure there are all kinds of things to drink in Nevada,” he mused, “plus I could make big money!” How he would regret this untimely imagination!
No sooner had he made his way to the other opening of the arch, and just as he was about to take in the view, than he was whisked away into the upper air of Utah. During his incredible journey through the atmosphere, he was seemingly assaulted by monstrous tusk-bearing skeletons…
At long last he was set down, in a place he never would have thought of on his own, but that was a hellish answer to his wish for liquid refreshment and gambling possibilities: that old watering-hole of yore, that bygone Mecca of pleasure-seeking Mormons: SALTAIR!
“Oh, boy!” cried ‘Mark.’ “There’s plenty of water here, but you can’t drink it! And I’ll bet there’s not a single gambling machine here that works!” Another terrible thought struck him. “Maybe I’ll end up like Mary, the heroine of Carnival of Souls, who wanders about here, all alone in this huge abandoned entertainment venue 1 …
…on the edge of this ghastly Great Salt Lake…
…from which dead people emerge…
…who chase her and chase her…
…until they finally catch up with her…
…and…
…force her to dance with them for all eternity!”
As any keyboard artist would be, ‘Mark’ (an accordionist) was particularly sympathetic to the fate of the hapless Mary (an organist). Fortunately, ‘Mark”s slide into the abyss did not continue much longer.
For the final post in this series, see Mark in the Bee-Hive State Part 5: Happy Returns.
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