Let's reverse the polarity of our tachyon fields and fling ourselves through a rift in the fabric of space and time so that we can visit Knott's Berry Farm from the 50's and 60's. It's easy!
One of the many things to love about Knott's is that it has a brothel: Goldie's! One of Goldie's "girls" dangles a well-shaped leg out a side window in an effort to entice Gramps. I think it's working! The leg gave a gentle kick every once in a while. Walter Knott was a patriotic and pious man, but he could see the humor in having a place like Goldie's in his Ghost Town; which makes him awesome.
These last two pictures are of the lovely pond, one of the oldest features at Knott's (now gone, of course - loveliness does not fill the coffers). Lined with reeds and rushes, water lillies and weeping willows (and Pampas grass), the peaceful pond is easy on the eyes and calms the frazzled soul.
By 1956, an Indian canoe was parked in the middle of the pond. How he got to it without ruining his moccasins is a dark and bloody mystery. Other vintage photos show the canoe with its occupant sitting silently - maybe he's in there, but just laying down for a nap.