And that’s the end of that…
The circus. It’s the last thing on our social calendar every Summer, and every year we’re not sure if they’ll come.
It’s a little circus and barely squeaks by year to year. They don’t publicize their appearance near us until just before it happens, maybe because they’re not sure they’ll make it this far. And then one day the big top blooms out of the mown field like a gaudy mushroom.
It’s pretty good. They source their acts from Eastern Europe, for the most part, where circus is still a thing. They have a Mongolian acrobat I’m particularly fond of who always does several acts for them. And all the performers have to put on a jacket and sell popcorn and programs during intermission.
There may be a few little events after this, but the circus is always the end for us. I am so not ready for Winter.
August 29, 2019 — 8:20 pm
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