Let me be clear….. I’m a clown….. 42 years in a traveling Circus…., that is a household name. I am a Circus 🤡 performer….. I am not a “ Carnie.”

” Carnies have records…. Not singing records, drug and or alcohol issues…. or both….. often running from something or someone. That isn’t me. Believe it or not the “ performers “ are a tight knit group. We respect each other, do normal stuff and love to travel 🧳, The routine is generally we tour for 9 months and off for 3,
In the states. ( we do a European tour every 2-3 years and most of us do it for the bonus money but it is grueling and not a favorite because we don’t have the down time in the schedule like we do here.) I write a blog about my experience and travel and many other’s have passions they indulge in during the early morning hours. We have a portable gym tent and it is well used by the “ performers” not so much by the “Carnies” that run the rides and side shows. So we are regular people who work at a Circus. My best friend “ Ginger “ a looker and the most discreet, humble person you would ever meet…. But under the Big Tent she gyrates and spins on a suspended wire for 2.5 hours with maybe 6 ounces of fabric covering her amazing form. We love each other and sometimes travel together in our Camper Vans through North America during the off season. We started to go there once and we both said in essence…. “ do we want to take a chance on ruining a super relationship so we can make each other sweat”.,,, so that was that….. painful occasionally but it was the right choice.
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I took the time to write this because even the best of us ….find ourselves wanting something different…I took a year off once and it was eye opening how dull most people lives are. This is my life and I love it. Hey whatever you do …. Love it…. Or leave it. After all this “ life” isn’t a dress rehearsal…,

I drew a picture when I came back after the year off…. I’ll share it …….” Wrong side of the Circus” that was a mindset I had before leaving and I occasionally focus on it as a reflection and reminder.

Oboe the Hobo/clown of a thousand stiks