I knew all those people as I worked there from 79-81. I was working in the Depot Concession stand on July 4th 1980 when lightning hit the power line on the mountain and blew up our compresser. I had a girl on my lap for an hour after that scare. Which didn't suck. The Indians had a keg in the fort that day and the later shows were really ugly.
One of the Robbins(Spencer) kids is a cop now. I think Harry died recently. I still go back to Tweetsie every two years and chat with Al Miller who runs the deer park. He's the last of the old crew.
I worked there every fall and mostly sat in the concession stand and drank rum and coke.
Lightning is always bad on that hill (Magic Mountain) because of the metal every where.....I've seen it hit the tracks coming in at the end of the day while on the track car during a T-storm; about 20 yards in front of us running 30 mph.....right there where the bear/picnic area is / was.
With all the college aged guys I'd hired...we knew a lot of girls that would come out to the Fort during the day and party with us while we 'worked'. I'd fixed up one of the block houses (uphill end of the fort wall) for myself and had a lock on it --- my use only.
After several cases of brew, etc., we (I) let the girls dress up as Indians and attack the train. Cindy (very cute 20 yr. old thing) 'got shot' spit out some water by the well; got shot again; her khakis pants fell down(on purpose) to a hot pink bikini bottom and very nice tanned legs. The crowd howled when they saw it. Hardin called back out when the train got back into town and asked for me. I told him I was trying out a new prospect to work the fall 'cause J.D. was leaving to go back to school. He always liked my clever BS.
Talk to you later 'Ol' Buddy'.