Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Around and Around. Swooping up and down. All the while the loud, calliope-screeching music played. Every 15 seconds or so this mom and son came back around, into the bright sunshine then back, shuttling into the mysterious darkness of the tunnel of dreams. There's something about carnival life that draws me in, like Alice heading towards the rabbit hole. Maybe it's the sugary, pink cotton candy, the seemingly endless choice of rides or the faded curtained walls of fortune teller booths where ever you look. Or just maybe, let me see now. In a lifetime, far far removed from today, I was a drifting carney, who moved from town to town repairing and running the tilt-a-whirl, chasing dreams and finally settling down and marrying the 800 pound, tattooed lady in the freak show. Hey, there's got to be a reason I'm pulled with interest towards these places. Wait! I've got to go risk it all in the Fun House!