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In a couple of hours we'll be leaving Holland to begin the first leg of our journey. Somehow leaving on September 11 feels appropriate because, as tragic as it was, this day above all others reminds me of the strength and courage of Americans, both now and in those early days of the founding of the original colonies.
There won't be much to comment on for the first couple of days. We'll be stopping in Columbus, ...
... and then back to the lot.
The rain held off for most of the first show and then, of course, the skies opened up during finale. Some of the crowd made it to their cars in time but most did not so the tent was packed full of people waiting it out. By some miracle, I had a few kids who wanted their faces painted as the wind whipped the tent and rain was flying in through every opening. The other miracle was the parents agreeing to it and paying me while the ...
We left my grandpa’s house at 6am after spending the last
11 days there with family. It was bittersweet leaving everyone behind but it
was time to rejoin our lives at the circus in my grandma’s memory. She loved
our show and loved that John was a clown. It was fitting that the bouquet of flowers
the circus sent to her visitation were the same flowers that went to her
gravesite. She was an honorary member of our circus family and the ...
Had brunch on a pub terrace on the lake then visited crystal's friends house, a massive house on the lake with jetty and beers chilled there, floating around in the sun getting TUIURNT UP, slowly. Visited another friend of crystals, a girl who was looking after a rich friends house in the woods. Had some pre drinks there, messed about on the rope swing, threw a hunting knife into trees, played ring of fire, did crystals work out routine, looked around the house for a gun ...
... Am I worthy of happiness?
It's this type of questioning that dooms the one that asks. He's lost that initial indifference, he's lost the strength of those steps that put everything else behind him. It is within the self that one finds that restorative affection so commonly sought for in others.
With these notions I chopped off my hair. Damn near all of it. Shaved my face too. I wanted, if only for a moment, to ...