Rich's Pink Pig

So as I sat crammed into the tiniest train imaginable, all I could think of was "man this was way cooler when I was a kid." I snapped a quick pic of the original "Priscilla" train, and my thoughts quickly changed to "holy crap I rode on that death trap disguised as a carnival monorail ride?" The train passes by pictures of kids smashed against the caged windows having the time of their lives and slowly I was reconvinced that the pink pig was an amazing experience. 

Although I was alot younger when it was downtown, I was lucky enough to have a father who worked right in the city.  We took advantage of this during the holidays and a Braves parade here or there.
The Pink Pig's next stop was the Egelston Festival of Trees (does anyone know why this tradition stopped?)  Which was a frequent favorite of my Girl Scout Troop. After tiring out with the madness of ornament swapping a quick trip around in the Pink Pig was a perfect end to the day. Nostalgia aside, I'm glad this tradition is still going, even if it is a bit on the tame side. Oh and of course, I would also prefer it returned to it's former glory downtown (along with that great big christmas tree)!
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