The ferris wheels arrived yesterday, huge hunks of steel in kindergarten colors. They trundle in on special flatbeds, stick-straight and not too promising. Big men with big tools hammer and pry and cajole and jiggle and suddenly, voila! A ferris wheel unfolds like origami. This one look bigger than some from previous years, which is good in so many ways. Bigger ride, bigger thrill, of course. But best of all, a clear view into Jerry Perenchio's precious private golf course. Oh I can hardly wait.



