Yeah, I had a real thrill today, so I hope you don't mind if I take one last moment to milk it for all its worth.
I was at work today, taking a moment to check Facebook, and I got a Facebook message from my Mom. Mom said that she did a spit take when she sat down for her morning coffee, looked at The Edmonton Journal, and saw that I was quoted on the front page about West Edmonton Mall's dismantling of their submarines.
I had to go to the Edmonton Journal's website right away, and sure enough,
there I am being quoted about West Edmonton Mall and their submarines.
So, for those who've been asking, here's how it came about. Yesterday, I was checking the news online, and I came across
this article at the Edmonton Journal's website announcing the end of the submarines. I was a little bit sad, because they were always there at West Edmonton Mall when I was a kid, they were really fun to watch, and we all heard that joke about how the Mall had more subs than the Navy.
So I shared that article on the various social networking sites,
including Twitter, with the message, "Another part of my childhood being sold off."
I then took a nap, because I had to work job #2 last night, and I woke up, checked Twitter, and saw I had a direct message from Edmonton Journal reporter Bill Mah, who saw my tweet and asked if I would share some of my thoughts on the submarines.
I sat down and wrote him a somewhat lengthy, rambling e-mail of my memories of the submarines. He e-mailed me back almost immediately saying thanks, and that he wouldn't be able to use all of it.
Of course, in my low-self-esteem way, I thought the true meaning was he wouldn't be using
any of it, but he did use some, and needless to say, it brightened my day.
For those who might be curious, here's my complete collection of thoughts that I sent to Mr. Mah:
I originally hail from a small town called Entwistle, which is about
one hour west of Edmonton on the Yellowhead highway. When I was a
kid, trips into West Edmonton Mall were a rare and special occasion
that only happened once every couple of months. On those trips into
the Mall, my parents would do best to steer us kids away from all of
the big attractions like Fantasyland and the World Waterpark, lest
we start begging and pleading to go on a ride or two. However,
there was no avoiding the Deep Sea Adventure, as it's always plopped
down right in the middle of the Mall. Me, my brother, and my sister
would stand at the edge of that indoor lake and watch the submarines
go around and around. We'd implore our parents if we could go on
it, but they'd always say no. They would, however, give us a penny
to toss in the lake. And of course, we'd try to hit a submarine as
it went by.
In those early days, the only way I rode the submarine was
vicariously, thanks to the books of Eric Wilson. He had a
successful line of mysteries for kids back in the late-1980s, and
each one took place at a well-known Canadian landmark. His book
about West Edmonton Mall is called
Code Red at the Supermall,
and the Deep Sea Adventure figures prominently in the book, as
several of the submarine pilots and scuba divers are prime
suspects. That book painted the Deep Sea Adventure as being akin to
the Jungle Cruise at Disneyland, with a very hyperactive host
spinning wild yarns of going on a search for a missing submarine.
The book made the ride sound very exciting.
For a while there, it seemed like I would be riding the submarines
quite a bit. I had a blustery uncle who used to work for an outfit
called Alberta Mobile Air, and AMA had won the contract in those
early days of the Mall to provide the air for the submarines. That
uncle promised all kinds of benefits from having that contract, and
promised he'd be able to get all all kinds of free passes to the
submarines. Never panned out, sadly. He's one of those uncles that
talked a big game.
I finally got to ride the submarines in 1990, at the tender age of
13. It was the waning days of Christmas vacation, the family had
gone to the Mall to see
Home Alone, and we had some time to
kill before the movie. So, after years of asking, my parents
finally said, "Yes! We will go on the submarines." I remember
being very excited. Standing there on the dock, watching the
submarine rise before me, I couldn't believe it was finally
happening! When we piled onto the submarines, I was a little
surprised at how cramped it was inside. My memories of
Code Red
at the Supermall having faded, I was wondering what exactly
you'd see on this submarine trip. I mean, the water's so clear, you
can see most everything underwater in that lake.
Well, much to my surprise, that's when I learned about all the
aquariums that are in that lake, and I got to see all those
wonderful fish. The submarine captain wasn't as dynamic as in
Code
Red at the Supermall, but he made his fair share of corny
jokes. Passing by one of the giant fiberglass clams, he said, "And
there's our Mick Jagger impersonater!" At the end of the trip, when
the submarine releases it's air and rises, the captain remarked,
"And now you're about to see what it's like to be an ice cube in a
glass of 7-Up." But the big thrill was finally seeing the inside of
the cave.
For those who don't remember, the island that now houses the Booster
Juice was once a mountain, and the trench that encircles it was once
a cave. I always wondered what was inside that cave as a submarine
disappeared in one end and came out the other...and I finally saw it
was these amazing models and mock-ups of underwater scenes. The one
that stands out to me is a giant squid devouring a submarine...that
looked a lot like the one I was in!
Needless to say, I found it very exciting.
The second -- and final time -- I rode the submarines was in 2003.
Now, I found myself in the role of the blustery uncle, as I was
treating my niece and nephew to a day at the Mall. Much like that
night in 1990, we were there to see
Finding Nemo, and had
some time to kill before the movie. What better way to kill time
before the movie than by riding the submarines? So I took my niece
and nephew on the Deep Sea Adventure.
It hadn't changed much since my first time those 13 years ago.
Still small inside...still amazing sites and all those amazing fish
in those aquariums. A lot quieter, though. No big performance like
in
Code Red at the Supermall, not witty comments...most of
the ride was in silence. But my niece and nephew still loved it.
In a way, I'm sad that many of my beloved icons of West Edmonton
Mall are gone now. The Drop of Doom was taken out before I ever
worked up the nerve to ride it. They got rid of the whale statue in
front of what is now Victoria's Secret over a year ago, and hasn't
been refurbished and re-installed yet like they said they would.
And now, the submarines are going. But, in another way, that's also
what I like about West Edmonton Mall. It's a very dynamic place.
It's always changing, there's always something new to see. And I'm
sure there'll be another new icon for a new generation of youngsters
to look at and wonder...and beg their parents to go on.