Phillip Wilson

Amazingly, I survived my Life
2011-09-20 00:00:05 (UTC)

1989 REVIEW (PART FIVE)

29 April-5 May, Glendale/Yuma, AZ./Holtville/Alpine, CA
Poway/San Ysidro/San Diego, Ca.
Tijuana, Baja California Norte (Mexico)
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That piece of shit Mary worn a Sock Suit and only minimal 'make-up' for the Matinee - and it is getting difficult to allow myself the humiliation of that mockery in the same 'Alley' as me. She did o'kay for a day or two, but she knows she can put out little or no effect and Barbara Byrd won't care.
Can I really go an entire season with that thing?!
Come-in for the matinee went o'kay - the Search was passable, the juggling display was successful, the Conductor of a little over average in energy.

(about 9:21 P.M.) The Flaubert book "Madame Bovary"? I finally completed it. Due to about 3-4 pages having been missing from the Copy I had, I threw the novel away page by page. I will definitly read the masterpiece again - the style is a marvel even by today' standards - but I want any future copy complete.
The evening (7:00) performance had, maybe, just a little more in attendence than the matinee - maybe; I really couldn't tell. And the response level was similar.
I guess one could say in was Equal Show day!
It may be the Come-in Seat Search goes better when I am distracted and non-commital; maybe my psychial be wilderment comes across a real lostness.
Well, I was unable to connect with that elusive force today; I seemed to be just going through the, by now, 'memorized' movements, without the logic behind it.
Did it win approval or not? I was unable to tell - and, frankly didn't (and don't) care if it did or not!

(30th, About 5:40 P.M.) The last day of the 1989 Arizona tour of Carson and Barnes Circus; and it was 175 miles through the desert (along Highway 85, and I-8) - beautiful! scenert!! - to a horribly dirty, sandy, dusty lot by Cibola High School.
The sun was beastly hot and bright! Humidity was fierce and cruel.
For Sunday, attendence was excellent - for the 2:00 matinee, it was a 11/16 'house'; for the 4:30 show, it was a 2/3 'house.'
The reaction to what we offered was beautiful! Especially the second show - for I followed Lalo's advice, and 'conducted' the music - standing on one of the high pedestals Patricia White uses in her Cat Act. I had more visibility, with a spotlight and height, but the mobility was limited from fear of neck breakage. It seemed to be a hit. Once I find my balance, I can come up with a kick-ass display.
Geary Byrd was in the tent and saw the new act; maybe I will have my very own pedestal soon.
Pay was picked up this morning - and that always puts my so-called success in perspective.

(1st, About 3:36 P.M.) The trip from Yuma was at night - after tear-down yesterday.
Damn! I had a hard time seeing the highway!
When I got to the lot and opened my house, my bundle of 'tails' was damn near on the floor!
But, ah hah! this morning I removed a shelf and hung the 'tails' from the secure hanging bar!
And last night, I wanted food after the scary 'jump'; so I hit the Pie Car before I went 'home.' And I had to stand in line; then wait hours (it seemed!); and then, when the cheezeburger was finally ready (only Luis and wife was filling orders), it was all the way (lettuce, Mayo, etc.), and Luis knows I take it Ketchup Only. But I be go to hell! if I was going to wait any longer!
So I ate a folded half-sandwich, and went to bed, naked.
We are out here by the Junior High School; it is bright, hot, and humid.
The opening California lot is sand with a light but even cover of grass.

(about 7:11 P.M.) Across a wide driveway from the Back Yard is a little park and a ball diamond/sladium; restrooms are over there, too. This morning I washed out 2 pairs of gloves; this afternoon I ran water over a pair of red socks.
And I shampooed my hair there late this morning.
Early this afternoon I took my radio (I lucked into locating a 'Public Radio' coming from a university in Baja California - Mexico! It's my first international Classical Music station to pick up) over by the ball field, plugged into an electrical socket, and practiced 4-ball bounce juggle: At one point I pulled my Cut-off jeans off, and worked-out in my underwear. A woman and her small child passed in front of me; the woman stared and said 'hi.'
Did she realized what she was seeing? Did she enjoy it?
Maybe she would have really enjoyed me in the nude.

(about 9:20 P.M.) The new version of the Music Man seens to be a hit (what else would anything coming from be be?!)! I cannot move as much as I like, but the spectacular height makes visibility possible for all - and the audience accepts the act as an regular feature of the show.
My popularity carries through into Spec - that is the tine I get the 'thumb up' sign, and appreciative applause for my Conducting.
I don't seem to be able to lose this season!

(about 9:27 P.M.) The afternoon (4:30) performance was attended by Heat and, say, a 2/3 'house,' the former forbidding many from coming.
This evening (8:00) performance has almost a full-'house,' Heat being overuled by Circus Fever. The crowd is eager and liberal in response; the afternoon bunch was wonderful in vocal feedback, but not as strong, even taking in the difference in size, as this evening group.
It was a long day, beginning around 7:00 A.M.; but I accomplished a lot (mainly to beat back boredom), mainly, a better method of Wardrobe storage.

(2nd, About 11:55 A.M.) The Little League Park - it ain't too bad! The ground is relatively soft; grass adds more to the cushion.
The sun is bright, the sky is blue and clear. The Air is warm, and a light breeze moves.
I-8 West was some trip - the Cleveland National Forest is lovely, but the upgrades and curves are fierce! We went up to around 4500 feet, from Sea Level at Holtville, and then back down again.
The mounds of rocks bring to mind that a human day is only a moment to Rock - as a fly lives only a brief span to us. The Lifespan, therefore, co-ordinates our thinking to Time.

(about 6:55 P.M.) A full-house for the afternoon (4:30) performance, with a special seating section (the Suicides) for residents of a mentally-limited 'hosipal.'
The vocal feedback was excellent, with much shouts and whistles.
As I was handing for the cookhouse, I saw this four foot, black-with-yellow-bands snake snithering towards the Front Door; I said to a passing Vendor, "Serpentino (Snake, in Spanish, I think)!" He just looked at it (it was easy to miss, given the resemblence to a light cord). I got a folded Cardboard box threw it over the snake as it 'ran' across the Front Door, and jumped on it (which only momentarily slowed the creature, but brought the attention of some Circus people who was by the entrance, and didn't cause a panic that a vocal announcement would have).
Joe, Albert, and one or two others captured the snake as it quickly sought an escape route from my initial attack.
Barbara Fulton was frightened out of her mind at the unwanted Circus-goer.
A towner asked me, "They're going to let it go, ain't they? It's a nice snake."
Now, I love animals; but when you have 25 elephants who would stampede if such a 'nice snake' wandered into the Picket Line (the big elephants would easily break the chains in trying to get away from the Beast); when there are ten or so horses who hate snakes; when a tent full of people would trample each other getting away from it, the death of a snake is most unfortunate but of no consequences.
But I understand it was taken to a spot away from the Big Top Area, and let loose.
Or maybe Jim Judkins' Snake Show gained another model.
Snakes have been found all over this place today; and to think I was out Sun bathing in the nude this afternoon in an open field not far away! Damn lucky! Or am I hard to see by snakes?

(about 10:06 P.M.) It is rather cool this evening! Again the desert has its way.
A female kid handed me a picture of a clown she had colored, a page from a workbook, while I was on The Search during Come-in of the afternoon performance.
The evening (8:00) performance didn't have the special patrons as the afternoon show; therefore, the 'house' was only about a three-fourther - a fine turn-out all the same. The response was vociferous and enthusiastic. Thank you.
The Search for this evening performance was deep and forceful, the way I like it to play; I really got some good 'licks' in.
The juggling was rushed, so it wasn't as successful as I would have liked it.
Wind tried to make a break-through, but couldn't make a big of 'splash' as it was out for.
I was tipped for last week's matutional duties, - now just what is Geary paying me for? Driving? Providing bags? Trash pick-up? He doesn't get much of the latter any longer from me - the idea of Dave getting paid the same as me for half the work. And the raise in Clowning has no connection to the morning work - I earn the 'bonus' ten times over!
I am attempting two Comes-In in one with the Search - which needs to be even slower, more intense; I am already spending 30 minutes on it and could use more if I only had them - and a Comic juggling display.
As I stated, I am earning my raise - so damn Geary for taking it out on my moring jobs tip!

(3rd, About 12:24 P.M.) We left early from Alpine in an attempt to avoid the rush-hour traffic of San Diego on I-15 and I-8, but I still had to contend with it. And it was murderous!
But I got to this lot behind Long Drug Store, and I took five 'tails' and two pairs of pants to the nearby Dry Cleaners. A laundry next to it, I did more clothes maintanence.
From K-Mart, across the street, I purchased a screen and cutters for my electric razor.
A busy morning!
This lot is dusty (are you surprise to hear it?).
Sun is bright and, now, hot. The ground is bumpy. The sky is clear and blue.
The Post Office for this town is next to us.

(about 4:42 P.M.) When I was a senior in High School (years ago!) George Orwell's "Animal Farm" was required reading in Betty West's Literature course. I read it then, but most has escaped me.
Well, I started a second reading earlier this afternoon; and so far, the 'Fairy Tale' is entertaining - but, wait! a social comment will soon hit one over the head!
My cleaning bill was $23.85, at Dependable One Hour Cleaners at 13522 Poway Road.

(about 5:59 P.M.) The afternoon (4:30) performance - I be damned! if, with the Suicides Seating up, it is a full house! People are even standing in the 'aisles'! And, let me tell you, the noise, comments, shouts from that crowd is high!
The Sun is still strong.
My Come-in Search was most powerful - and I (if no one else) was very pleased with it.
Having a single sleeper, I am able to do a more intense make-up job; and that is helping my artistic output.
The High-rise Music Man is seen by all, and I receive an ovation; but I still miss the wild movements of a ground Conductor. Oh, well, a sacrifice!

(about 9:40 P.M.) The evening (8:00) performance - I really can't report anything different from the earlier show. What I can tell you is that I have to rush the Search since I can never figure out the time I have remaining until I must lead the Music - this evening I hurried the exit to the Wardrobe because I thought the Act was to take place soon, only to find out I had around five minutes for juggling.
Will I ever get it straight?
Ther will be no surveying the early morning sky in Poway - we are going to beat Rush Hour of San Diego by moving on to the next stand (San Ysidro) tonight. So it will be another day to to get a lot done tomorrow.
What a jack-pot California is proving again this year (so far, anyway)!
A watered-down track made a mud path in the Big Top today - especially with so many feet working on it.

(4th, About 9:47 A.M.) A sunny morning (only recently so; for it was dreary and gloomy up until about 15 minutes ago); the sky is partially overcast. The air is warming, from a rather cool earlier period.
But lovely, smooth, green grass! At Larson Field, across from Mexico (the country), who would expect such a heavenly lot in the desert?
I made the 'jump' from Poway late last night-early this morning without Dave - he considers himself a Working Man and more or less refused to ride with me. Great! I can do it without the help of a trained seal!
I didn't have too much trouble on the highway - only once did I have to pull off the interstate and figure out the correct way. But I had stopped near arrows so I continued on in the direction dictated - the exit ahead of me.
I followed Flip for about five miles, but she tried of travelling slowly, so soon left me to fend for myself.
Aroung 1:30 this morning I arrived in Paradise; around 9:00 this morning I arose to begin the day.

(about 4:42 P.M.) This morning, around 9:30, I crossed over with Pepe (Sound Man), and did a walking tour of Tijuana, Baja California Norte; Pepe's business was to send a Money Order to his wife in Guadalajara - for it is cheaper to send one intranational, than international.
I spent around $6 American money (I had it exchange at a CAMBIO for the Merican Equivalent).

(about 6:08 P.M.) Coming back to the States, no problem - and I only presented my driver's license, which the Border Guard gave a cursory look-over, and dismissed me. With California on the U.S. side of the border at that point, there must be many wierdos and strange-looking people doing the cross-over thing.
At last! A home!! I fit in here!
Tijuana is a big town, unlike the two other nothing places in Mexico I visited earlier this season. For about 3 1/2 hours, Pepe and I walked the streets, and sampled the food (tortas, and some too-salty drink); we even bussed from the border to downtown both ways (400 pesos a trip).
Remember as kids how one plays with money of different colors? That was how it felt in Tijuana, given the different hues of the paper curency of that country (it would be the same in any non-U.S. dollar user country). Its hard to take the money seriously, and to 'understand' how the dollar is superior to it.
Tijuana - I enjoyed my visit; next winter would be a wondeerful time to spend an extended stay in Mexico, picking up the language as the natives use it, not as I had it at college. One should learn conversational before one has to tackle the Grammerical.

(about 6:57 P.M.) The air is rapidly picking us Cold as it journys through the 24 hours allotted for travel.
The afternoon (4:30) performance began with about a fourth- house; and could only manage a half-house to justiy a San Ysidro stop-over.

(about 8:05 P.M.) But a wild bunch is attending the evening (8:00) performance - I mean, a very entusiastic, loud bunch, even though it is only a 5/8 house.'
My Search can only kick in spots on days of low attendence; although I work it so the opposite audience can see my Hunt, I kind of skim over an entire buttless bleache section.
A liberal application of powder is helping tremendously in the smooth, even look of my make-up - and at this point in my career, appearance adds the frosting to what I hope is excellent cake.

(about 9:33 P.M.) There is some kind of small local festival taking place behind the lot; ball games were held earlier, now its mainly a Food Fest. And what good eats to be had! I had a corn-on-a-cob-on-a-stick, with butter and cheeze. Gooood!
The arrangement of the lot is as follows - the Front Yard, Cookhouse, Pie Car, are by the Back Door; the Back Door is 'hidden' from the Front Door.
Spec,entering the Front Door because the animals were nearer this, ran 'backwards' - clockwise instead of the usual counter-clockwise.
Washer Woman of the evening had to have an alternate blow-off, being no people in the Preferred Seating in front of Ring 5, making a leap over the railing rather stupid. So I just cowered down in front of the back section, Flip saying she wouldn't get me with the water, I got behind her, made the mocking face, and was pelted with water. Then I threw the popcorn on her.
Was it really a good audience? We all know a vociferous one is sometimes just shouting for a release and not judgement. I have a feeling it was like that tonight.
It is another night move.

(5th, About 10:19 A.M., San Diego Naval Air Station) Airplanes pass overhead every 10 minutes it seems! The airport is across the bay I suppose.
Prebble Field, as asphalt area next to the Recreation Building/U.S.O., is our emcampment; a 'pond' is across the road.
Reckon I can do skinny-dipping in it?
The sun is out, the sky is partially overcast. It is comforably cool.
The 20-mile trip was made after teardown last night. Dave, who is working Electrican part-time, hasn't ridden with me these past two nights. But I suppose once morning travel resumes, he will. I could well do without him. Apparently Dave feels he is too good, now that he is a Working Man, to ride with a Clown.
This Naval Air Base is a closed one - it is difficult, without a pass, to leave it. An escort met us at Gate 3 upon our arrival and guided groups of vehicles to this lot.
Probably another useless 'defense' establishment, a drain on the national economy. But try to convince the people of San Diego that. It is jobs, not prepareness for an attack.

(about 6:08 P.M.) Damn those airborn vehicles! They are driving me crazy! Ever five minutes!!
It has been cool today, getting cold.
The afternoon (4:30) performance - around a 2/3 'house.' I suppose the Navy much work.
I wasn't impressed with the crowd as an audience - it seems the people treated us all the same. Which is only appropiatte for a United States Armed Service - practicing Democracy. It was a just-there bunch.
A restroom adjoining this park (ball fields, picnic areas, etc.) afforded the opportunity to wash out two pairs of gloves.
And the hard 'stage' (asphalt) hampered Falls in Washer Woman.
But the Ariel Music Man was, once again, accepted as a regular feature of the show. I suppose it is.
The 'new' directing method is concentrated in the pectorals, as opposed to the deltoids as it was; I am aware of the change.

(about 9:46 P.M.) As I had figured, the attendence at the evening (8:00) performance outdid the afternoon butt count; why, I guess there must have been a 13/16 'house'! And it was a loud, enthusiastic crowd.
My evening Search was so-so - I have put out a stronger product, though.

6 May (Saturday), San Juan Capistrano, Ca.

, famous for the annual stop-over of swallows. But our visit here is too late - the birds are guest here the latter part of March.
Buckhaim Field, a dirt field, apparently only recently plowed, is our home on this bright, cool day. The sky is patched by thin cirrus clouds.

(about 3:00 P.M.) A full-house, and more for this 2:00 matinee - the Suicides are up, sections of ring curbs are serving as seating, people are standing.
The response was - and is - deep and sincere.
The ground is soft and wavy. A light breeze gives a tinge of cool to the air.

(about 5:47 P.M.) A third performance - apparently we are very popular, and the Overfill that would not be able to get seats at the two regular performance - was begun at 4:30; and many came.
No Walk-Around, I didn't do Big Hand (why wait around for just that? After Washer Woman, I leave), and Flip, who tries to be a Boss, got made when I went against her athority. She wants people to obey her, but she does nothing to command respect and the right to be obeyed. In fact she makes people sick with her lousy Clowning, wardrobe, make-up.
How could anyone so far ahead of her even consider obeying something like that?

(about 9:16 P.M.) San Juan Capistrano Mission Catholic Church is about a half-mile down Calle Capistrano from the lot; being one of the higher buildings around, the swallows 'camp out' on the steeples and gables. Well, I saw the outside of the mission, but didn't see any birds.
I did a regular Come-in for the evening (7:00) regular - second performance - which was packed, as I predicted it would be by the size of the added 4:30 performance. It was a fine group in response.
However, I only presented Club-juggling for able ten minutes for that mid-afternoon held-by-popular-demand 'third' show.
Of course, I conducted the music all three performances.
My two Searches were somewhat intense - I am pleased with them.
The two Stick display and Boxes manipulation were successful and hits.
The Alley is falling apart - Dave wants to be a Working Man; Flip only wants to have her ass kissed by 'her' clowns.
Actually, a 3-show day is kind of nice - it gives one a feeling of working 9 to 5, and having a regular job. I could become accustomed to it;
which is good - since more 3-show days are on the way!

7-12 May, Vista/Lake Elsinore/Moreno Valley/Riverside, Ca.
Highland/Barstow, Ca.

(7th) After a cool morning, Sun has made an appearance, up there in a clear, blue sky, to warm up up. It is nice.
Our assignment - a dirt field in front of Buena Vista High School; the Sports Field to be exact. We are across a highway from a small park, complete with a duck pond.
Payday; I have about figured out how to compersate for the low salary - I only do Come-In, Spec, Washer Woman, and take part in Big Hand only if the Walk Around is presented. Otherwise . . .
I provide bags, police a little, drive around in the pick-up, and thats my morning job - that and driving, for which I receive no pay.
And if Geary considers the raise in Clowning pay to include more morning work, it won't be! I more than earn the 'extra' $25, and won't pick-up more trash to justify it.

(about 5:58 P.M.) Not a bad Sunday - the early (2:00) matinee had a 3/4 'house,' with impressive response. The mid-afternoon (4:43?! -that is how the second show was advertised) matinee presented us with a 2/3 'house,' also of notable quality in the vocal participation; in fact, this second bunch outdid the larger earlier 'house.'
I didn't know about the second show being billed at 4:43, so I only did a ten-minute Club-juggling display for Come-in of that performance; I probably could have done an entire Come-in, given the extra time allotted for people to 'come on down!'
The High Rise Music Man is an act that the Publicity Department is trying to sell; it IS a sensation!

(8th, About 2:57 P.M.) The lake that gives this city its name is about a mile away, over the hills; I went to the beach this morning for about an hour. I bathed nude, walked the beach nude in on direction, bikini underwear the direction towards the main part of that city beach, laid out in the sun naked - a great morning. I may have been viewed by passing boats, but - hey! this is California! No one really cares if somebody clains a portion of a beach "clothing optional,' just so long as the nudity is not turned into a public spectacule.
Rodeo Grounds is the lot; it is a sandy, dirt pebble area. And it is hot! Damn! is it hot! The sun felt great when it was caressing my entire body, but not in tails' and formal wear, under a Big Top, when my skin punishes me for not allowing it to meet with the rays.
The sky is blue and generally clear, only populated by wisps of thin cloud.
A 'third' performance was added at 2:00 P.M.; school not as yet dismissed for the day, the audience was mainly one of middle-aged, the pre-school, and the elderly. These groups made up around a 2/3 'house'; the response has been minimal, as if everyone can't wait to get the hell out of that oven (and who can blame them?!).
Ross's voice is 'sick,' so Lalo is announcing for the length of the recuperation. Ross never offered my competition in dress and/or class; but Lalo? I have my work cut out for me if I decide to take him on in these departments!

(about 6:24 P.M.) I misplaced the key to the lock that secured my sleeper; so I had to cut the lock off. A piece of rope will have to suffice until I can get another lock.
I don't know how to prevent such stupidity - I have to figure it out.
Geary Byrd's younger sister is visiting - and, Boy! is she gorgerous! She looks a lot different from her brother.
The afternoon (5:00) performance with a 13/16 'house' - why the third, added performance? Unless tonight will really be crowded.
The response this afternoon was enthusiastic and strong, as if Heat allowed its subjects to give out oral reaction.
One thing, though - a little girl was standing by the railing as I started my approach for the Leap in Washer Woman; I got over the railing, but barely - I bumped my right thigh, outer, top part, slid down on it, almost kicked a guy in the face.
Damn! if that leap isn't becoming sloppy and dangerous! I am more likely to 'break my neck' while executing that than I am with the High Rise Music Man.
Speaking of H.R.M. Man, I am getting accostumed to the high, narrow pedestal, and feel easier about 'performing' wild arm and head movements. I even do torso articulation.
Sometimes I luck up and manage a triple back spin on the Sticks. Such was the case during the afternoon Come-in juggling display. I wish I knew how to make it do that more often.

(about 9:16 P.M.) And to cap off this eighth day of May, the evening (8:00) performance could only come up with a 5/6 'house' (so why three shows today?); the reaction to what we were offering was most kind and generous.
The Come-in Search this evening was very intense and to the point; I suppose it took two sets to warm me up for one final shot at this Lake Elsinore crowd. And, no doubt, analyses of those 'run-throughs' assisted in the design of the evening product.
After two request for it (Ross, and Dan, a Circus Fan) I did the High Rise Music Man facing out (back to 'Band stand'); and, you know, it plays a lot better that way.
I guess I will do it this new way for awhile.
It seems that Conductor has an unlimited variations; damh! I am sure glad I got with it!
Coolness is settling in after a rape by Heat. The snoothing, refreshing Cure of Evening.
I got a good Leap in this evening presentation of Washer Woman; only, this hard, pebbly ground had scared my knees up from crawling under the Preferred Seating curtain.
Geary tipped me this morning the $25 for - whatever. Does he realize that I now calculate the morning work I now give him?

(9th, About 3 14 P.M.) The sun is bright, the air is coolishly warm, the ground is hard, sandy, and pebbly, an absence of grass very noticable.
Canyon Springs, on Day Street, just off Highway 60 East, is our home for the next two days (this being the first multi-day stand of the '89 season).
Canyon Springs Plaza, a pretensious shopping area, is across the highway.. Having arrived early to the lot this morning, I shortcutted my way to tye Plaza, first crossing the east bound lane, than waiting a clear passage of the west bound (rush hour traffic was thick).
A Highway Patrol pulled off the westbound lane when I had waited crossing for 7-8 minutes. The officer asked me what I was doing, where I was going and why, and then explained that I should have used Day Street and gone under the overpass; but he stopped traffic for me, and told me he didn't want to see me out there again.
He was bastardly the entire time; of course, I really can't blame him - here was a long-hair in an army jacket trying to cross a busy Freeway, where pedastrians are forbidden by law anyways.
There wasn't mucch at the Plaza after all that trouble - just a movie house, some restaurants, clothing stores, etc.
The nearest food store is about a mile further on down the Freeway; I tried finding a non-freeway route, but couldn't and soon came 'ome.'
Wardrobe Maintanence, practice, reading - my activities of this day.

(about 6:06 P.M.) PERFORMANCE #1: A half-'house' for this 4:30 show, - no people behind the railing of the Preferred Seating in front of ring 5, so an alternate blow-off for Washer Woman - I crouched down in front of the Back Track crowd (not many in this section, either), and Flip 'teased' me by promising not to hit me the the water. So I manuved myself behind her, made faces, and, urged on by the audience, Flip got me. I then throw popcorn on her, not caring about her ally, the people.
I must say, it was a very 'meaty' display. A small audience, but one that appreciated our attention.
The Search didn't really work. Juggling was technically together, but not enthusiasticly accepted.
The all-new High Rise Music Man is having trouble unifying with the beat of the opening music; but it will come.
The wind is rather strong and cold, although the sun is bright at present.

(about 9:20 P.M.) The second performance in Moreno Valley (8:00) was actually seen by less people than the afternoon - around a third-house. But a group numbered enough in the backless Preferred Seating section to allow a rail-hurdle. Everything else was about the same.
It sure has gotten cold! And to think yesterday, and just fify miles away, it was beastly hot, and I was naked on the beach. Times do change! And quickly!

(about 9:32 P.M.) I finished the text of "Animal Farm" Sunday evening, the commentary this morning. A most interesting political satire. It was well worth a reread after 21 years.

The Second Day in Morena Lake, May10, Wednesday, 1989, is a cold day -
But before I go any further, let me back up: The Rodeo Graounds in Lake Elsinore, Ca,, on Monday, was a maze - it was hard lot to get around on. because of fences. Everything was fenced in! And the walk from the Back Door to the Back Yard was as long as Spec was; no wonder I was so gave out the next morning!
John Updike's "A Month of Sundays" is my current reading journey. This 1976 novel by a so-called modern literary genius has begun in a psuedo-intellectual vain. Maybe Updike will make up for it as pages swirl by my eyes, but - well, let's say I am not impressed by this recent 'classic.'

(about 9:15 P.M.) Damn, if it ain't Cold!
I rode city bus #16, fare 60 cents, to downtown Riverside early this morning (the bus stops 2-3 blocks from the entrance to the lot; the entrance being a driveway). I debussed on 7th Street at the corner of Orange in front of the Public Library (which is a major downtown sight, a Chinese Pagoda in the front lawn).
I walked around for a while in search of a Riverside telephone directory, finally locating one - having toured the main part of the city - by the library 'porch.'
But I had no writing inplement; a downtown market sold me this pen whose ink traces my thoughts, and a tube to toothpaste.
I then went back to the library and copied down addresses of Dance Supply places from the aforementioned directory that looked promising (had pictorial ads); unfortunaltyely, hard as I tried, I failed to find any of the three I had picked.
I did, however, come across a United Thrift store on Market Street, between 13th and 14th St. It was an expensive 'thrift' outlet, but I did purchased several items - a pair of trousers, a pair of light blue ladies' knit pants, a scarf (stand-by, in case the one I use in Washer Women doesn't dry for the next show) - for around $5.50.
I bought a mirror at a grocery store - I broke the one I had been using since Labor Day Weekend 1987.
A brief tour of the Library (which didn't open until 10:00, and I was downtown by 9:00 A.M.), and it was a return by bus #16 to 'home.' I was back by 12:30 P.M.
I rented a seat on the WaWa (Circus Bus) and rode to the Terence Gate Center, a big Mall about a mile east on 60 - I considered walking, but I was hesitant about Freeway peregrination; I had been told a Formal shop was there.
A dollar for the ride; Jorge (Midway) was the driver.
I had been led to believe the 'store' was just a small country store, but the place was a major mall!
The Formal Shop informed me that all used formal wear was thrown away. Criminal! Just because the pretensious assholes out here feel they are too good for used stuff doesn't mean it is right for others to be robbed of hand-me downs!
I picked up two pairs of white gloves for Pepe; $8 a pair! Damn! that's high! I was almost ashamed to let him know of the price!
Oh, yea, I also bought a pillow from the thrift store.
I hate to take the WaWa when Jorge chauffers - he goes and does what he pleases, not caing about his passengers' time.
Today's afternoon (4:30) performance was poorly attended - around a half-house; and it took until Spec for that size to develope.
The evening (8:00), closing Moreno Valley performance MAY have had a 5/8 'house,' again the 'fashionable lateness' that seems to be the rule out here dictating a gradual build-up of the attendence.
I'll tell you - cold weather sure makes Washer Woman painful - cold water thrown at ze face hurts!
The juggling display of the evening performance was a tour de force, very powerful. This could be attributed to the fact that I ate a lot of food - 2 helpings of Merican Casserole, 2 brownies - at evening cook house - and had a nice supply of fuel ready at hand to burn.
Music Man is establishing itself lovely.
Both groups today gave out pleasing response, the evening one 'heavier' due solely to more instruments at that show.

(11th, About 1:42 P.M.) A dreary, overcast, cool day on a wavy soft lot about a half-mile south of Highland Avenue. It was a late wake-up call this morning, and departure from Moreno Valley, to allow the Payloader, which left an hour or two earlier, to 'fix' the terrible field assigned us.
I had learned from the Riverside phone book that a Capezio Shoe Store was in San Berardino (of which Highland is a suburb) on 339 West Highland; so I was all excited about being near at dance supply house, at last..
I began walking, got on Highland Avenue, East, walked on hoping a city bus travelled Highland.
At a gas station, I decided to call the dance store. No 11 1/2 White Jazz shoes in stock, have to be ordered from Los Angeles.
Well, at least I avoided a trip that would have been for nothing!
I started back to the lot; but not before hitting a grocery store, a part of a shopping center, for Baby Oil and a few other items.
I guess I will have to settle for a non-dance white shoe. If Hush Puppy still makes an Oxford, I may try that.
I can appreciate the trouble fat people have in keeping themselves in clothes. Hell! when I ask, the dance store clerks see me as a freak!
The hell with it!

(about 6:16 P.M.) Again no lights! The only sleeper in 413! It's getting ridiculous!!
The afternoon (4:30) performance - and Spec was a roller coaster; Washer Woman had its ups and downs! - has about a 2/3 'house,' not bad in response, being enthusiastic and honest.
My 'pedestal' for Music Man, was slanted; but I made do.
Many mounds were on the track, as if it was a graveyard.

(about 9:26 P.M.) Would you believe a 13/16, 10/13, or a 'house' of around that size? Well, it was! And a generous brunch!
I am so glad this day is almost over! I have lights - the circuit breaker controlling my room had shut off (the wall 'box' of switches is in Miguel Perez's room; he let me use his key to get in his place. And, damn it! if I didn't put the lock back on upside down, for it was that funny type of lock. I returned the keys as if I was unaware of the situation. Later, he good-naturely called me over to his room, showed me what I had done, I acted as if I only then became aware of the mistake, offered to pay for a new lock, a bent key finlally opening the gadget, the accident being credited to my hurry and distraction with work). The pimply ground, the cold preventig a bucket bath (the second day in a row), lousy cookhouse (the afternoon meal of Ravioli was being prepared as people stood in a queue - I chose not to wait; and the Pie Car had no buns for a cheeseburger).
My Come-in Searches were both more or less o'kay, considering I have interference from the Gate watchers - which I could stop but don't want to be too bastardly.
But I feel I made a valid contribution to the Circus today.
It never fails - there I am trying to be a classy elegant Music Condurtor, and what happens? I develop itches! (Nerves?) And how would it look if I scratch my crotch when I am the cynosure, with a spot light and height? So I can only grin and bear it for a couple of minutes.
By the way, the Music Man is spectacular!

(12th, About 11:28 A.M.) (Incidently, the lot in Highland was at the corner of Baseline and Boulder).
Barstow College is our neighbor during this engagement, as it was last year when we played Barstow, and as it was in 1984.
The Sun is bright, and warming the air rapidly. Last year I walked out in the surrounding Mojave Desert and laid out nude. With Sun's help, I made do the same this afternoon.
A pebbly, sandy lot.
The drive this morning was beautiful; a HIghway Patrol stopped me about what I later learned was a lack of license tag on the wagon. The papers for the pick-up and wagon were in order, so there was no problem. Jim Judkins, when I told him the situation, said he would send for a replacement. If he will, in fact, I don't know - it's not me who will pay the fine!
The sky is clear and blue.

(about 5:57 P.M.) Yes, I did take a hike through the desert - nude; I waited until I was about 300 yards from the lot, that disrobed.
A sidewinder snake, and several sand lizards were also out for strolls; and I suppose you could call them naked.
On the way back, a group of females (I think they were all girls!), young, was walking down the road that fronts the lot (Barstow); I walked parrallel to them, about a hundred feet distance, in the buff. Those that looked my way were given a fantastic view.
This afternoon (4:30) performance has around a 3/4 'house,' with mediocre response.
My Come-in juggling display didn't come off at all! I was wearing the blue pants I purchased at the thrift store in Riverside; and they didn't seem to fit my elegant motiff. That block a connection with the Force. Venessa and Martha throw rocks at me during the Come-in Walk Around, and I am worried that a dirt/mud stain may result.
And it is so hard to find a cleaners.
Anger interfered with the timing.
A poor diet didn't help; I was worried I couldn't make the Railing Leap in Washer Woman. But I did. Of course, I didn't seem to connect with the Washer Woman, either.
There are days like this. At least I have lights!

(about 10:00 P.M.) Damn this Deser Wind! It sure doth blow! I sure wouldn't hike without coporeal covering tonight!
Cold!
I redeemed myself this evening - the 8:00 performance provided me with a 7/8 'house,' a nicely vocal group. Search went well; the play with the sticks went One two three; the Boxes wasn't as smooth, but I covered myself with Improv.
The pedestal for Music Man was awful shaky - I had to position myself to keep from falling, and hold back on the Movement.
Spec was meatier.
Washer Woman was captured, and I succeeded in subjugating it to my demands. And the audience seemed to be on my side while I was in combat with it.
I felt so good to pour water over ze body this afternoon when it was warm and sunny. How fickled the desert is!

13-16 May, Victorville/Ojai/Carpinteria/Solvang, Ca.

(13th, About 3:52 P.M.) The wind is so vicious today that the Big Top played hell going up.
A big Swap Meet is in progress in front of us - the Tairgrounds is being shared in common; we are on the Carnival Grounds sector - from where, this morning, I bought a tape player ($5.00), a paperback dictionary (25 cents), a book of Somerset Maugham Short Stories - a thick hard-bound tome - for $1.00, and an extension cord with light firure on end ($2.00).
A lot of stores are aroud us including a K-Mart, Jack-in-th-Box, etc.
The Sun is bright but can't quite overcome the cold blown in by the beastly Wind.
A full-house for the 2:00 matinee - a ring curb section had to be made into a seat, in fact; and the enthusiasm and vocal contribution from the people were tremendous.
A Guest Clown, and former member of Carson and Barnes Clown Alley, appeared during the Come-in of the matinee. He wasn't bad, a nice club juggling display. His costume/Make-up is of a tramp pirate, in sea-blue tattered knee pants.
I had competition. Maybe one of the reasons I don't make a major effort to go with another show, is that I know I can outshine any of the so-called 'Clowns' Carson and Barnes could ever get.
My Stick play went well; the Boxes were passable.
The High Rise Music Man seems to be a great hit with the sponsers. And them de Money People, the payers of our salaries. Who better to please?!
The track is hard-packed dirt, as is the carpet in the Back Yard. The Midway, Front Yard, Cook House, Pie Car are all floored by asphalt.
The sky is clear and blue; if only Wind would Calm down.

(about 9:02 P.M.) Night laudry duty - a Coin-Op Laundromat is a part of the Shopping Complex surrounding the Fairgrounds, so I figured I washed out some things after work.
The evening (7:00) performance had a full-house plus - more ring curbs had to serve as butt holders, and people were standing in the 'aisles.' A most generous bunch, the audience really demonstrated their appreciation and acceptance.
Walk-Around today was a special display - a shopping cart was left on the area, and I presented Elegant Street Person. Of course, I didn't get far around the track - front the first time, back this evening - but I seemed to have captured the attention of the people, especially those who were making notes of my several Personas.
The Wind calmed just a tad around 6:00 P.M. - not much, but at least a little relief.
Or maybe I had grown accustomed to the Monster by then.

(14th, About 8:11 P.M.) Another Box Office bonaza - both performances (2:00 and 4:30) were full-house, including the added 'Suicides.'
The 2:00 matinee was the more crowded, the Suicides being more or less a reserved section for the elderly and/or handicapped. But the mid-afternoon show was damn near a sell-out, also.
That's one thing I love about California - Sunday is just another day, not a day when life comes to a temporary, hebdomadal standstill.
Both crowds were heavy on the verbal outpouring in a show of gratitude for our services.
(Payday today.).
Washer Woman even received a round of applause as Flip and I exited (for me? for Flip? And was it because the act was finally over? Or was it sincerely appreciative in nature?).
The corner of Maricopa and El Robler is the lot, a soft dirt/grass field; I was able to juggle balls during the first Come-in.
By the way, the brief second Come-in period only allowed for Club juggling.
The air was rather cool today; and it was overcast.

(15th, About 4:41 P.M.) The Pacific Ocean is within smelling distance - only a railroad track and a small meadow seperates this Bailard Avenue/Carpinteria Bluff from the bluffs and the ocean.
Visit One to the beach: Early this morning I took a box of popcorn to the beach, and scattered the kernels around for the sea birds.
Visit Two included a nude walk (the cool air kept a sweat shirt on my upper body, but I was naked otherwise.). Visit Three, early this afternoon, had me walk further to a motel, totally nude. At one point a female on the walkway along the bluff eyed my nudity - for I made a special effort to peel my trousers off just for her.
I took a quick soak in the cold water twice, the second bath being watched by a male.
Don't worry - I got in around a 40-minute 4-ball juggle practice session this morning; so the entire day wasn't a vacation.

(about 5:50 P.M.) The date in Victorville last Saturday was Lot 'n License, - all that money! All ours!!
The 4:30 performance: The Suicides (free-standing) are in; and it is a full-house! Not all the seating space wasn't claimed - many chose to stand up.
The response was o'kay, not what one would hope for from a crowd that size.
The ground is soft and pimply; walking is am imitation of intoxication.
A poor diet today got in the way of an energetic - I felt blah and unable to court Mime.

(about 8:08 P.M.) This morning, tipped from Geary for the morning work I do. Of course, my real job is the show, but labor in the early hours, while most people work during set-up.
Ken Holhouse left yesterday; of the 1987 Sunday evening dinner gang; I am the only remaining one still connected with Carson and Barnes.
Which just might mean I am due next to sever ties with this organization.

(about 10:20 P.M.) The evening (8:00) performance had a full-'house,' although not as big of a crowd as its earlier cousin. (The Suicides were hardly assed.). The vocal outlay was on par with what must be the standard reaction to an entertainment event.
Damn! if it ain't cold! The air was on the chilly side all day - my nude walk was cool - but this night littoral Spring is uncomfortable.
Spec is hard to do; Washer Woman has a great time, however, with the Fall and Crawl.

(about 11:55 P.M.) I overheard a couple of towners saying it was a sell-out today, in spite of the fact attendence didn't prove it; regardless of the butt count, I suppose legally, in order to sell more tickets, an extra performance had to be given - and that performance was around 9:50 P.M. No Perferred Seating - that process takes a while to do, and the Front Office was out to get the patrons of the evening show out, those fools that came for the Late Show . . .

(16th, after midnight) . . . in.
Everyone chose the good seats, Everyone being, maybe 500 people. It was a stage performance; the response to the 'Procenium' showcase being moderate. Every act did their best, contending with Cold, fatique, and Chagrin.
Ross really screwed up the announcing today; and Barbara Byrd was laughing with him over it! Poor Lalo! He may be a bastard, a slut-monger - but he takes his job seriously. And to let an amateur like Ross announce a, what is suppose to be, Professional Entertainment display is painful. And Madame Byrd making light of his incompetence is a crime!
How embarressing this show can be! More and more its becoming so!
My Come-in for the Late Show was only Music Man Leadership, due to Time. Washer Woman used an alternate blow-off since no railing was up
It's time for me to give up corcus? Maybe I have outgrown it.

(about 3:42 P.M.) Under a clear, blue sky, I went on a nude hike this afternoon, early, in the field, prarie, or whatever it is behind the lot, after crossing a fence. The wind carried cool, damp air, but the warm sun helped me out.
The lot - South of the Sheraton Motel on Alisal Road, just past downtown, downtown happening to be a tourist town. For Solvang is billed as the Danish Capital of America, and all the stores are so-called as they are in Denmark. I doubt it; but the prices are. One egg breakfast, $2.50! Damn!

(about 6:00 P.M.) This afternoon (4:30) performance, complete with Suicides seating, is Standing Room Only - a packed 'house,' a straw 'house.' The response is delicious!
I had a 2-hour nap this morning; a good fuel intake; a meditative session before make-up. As a result, my Come-in Search was strong and potent. I had a little trouble with coporeal articulation with the Music Man, but that, too, was enthusiasticly accepted.
What a crowd! What a crowd!
The ten dollars I loaned Gerald (Elephant Handler)? Don't expect to be repaid. He has no fiscal responsibility, has to borrow from Peter to pay Paul; so I cancel Gerald's credit. He will be sorry, too, for 3/4 of the season remains, and I was probably his only loan officier.
It is an expensive $10 for him. Enjoy it, Gerald!
The ground is soft, thinly grassed, floored with black dirt, and slightly pimply.

(about 9:25 P.M.) It's cold! Another California teaser day.
The evening (8:00) performance was so popular people were sitting on the Preferred Seats curtains, on ring curbs, on the ground, anywhere that wuld support a body.
But at least there was no third show!
The crowd was very enthusiastic and giving responsively.
The five dollar tape recorder I purchased at that neigboring Swap Meet in Victorville Saturday doesn't work anymore; so that's $15 I 'blew' last week.

17 May (Wednesday), Pismo Beach, Ca.

(About 3:43 P.M.) You damn right I made the beach! In spite of the fact that Cool air has this area in its grips! In spite of the fact that this is not the '84 location of the lot - back then it was within 100 feet of the ocean; this time around at 401 Five Cities Drive (Williams Bros. Furniture Store and other stores in a small shopping plaza is a close neighbor. Pisno Coast Plaza is on the other side. Fourth Avenue is a black away).

(about 4:40 P.M.) From two different sets of people, I discovered the beach was close (2 males, trying to arrange a drug deal [real? or set-up?] told me of a direct, short route; a woman with a child told me of a way to get there that wasn't clear, but I figured out the puzzle); as I was depressed and disappointed not to visit the final Pacific Coast beach of the season (I think) I went after lunch, hoping for a warm-up.

(about 6:10 P.M.) I had to make the best of the short time allowed for beach play; so after about a 15-minute trip to get there (around a mile the long way - down 4th Aveue) and 45 minutes or so checking out the public beach, I had a target - I spotted a female walking the coast line. Being as the air had warmed a little, I stripped off my trousers, and, naked, headed for the water. The female didn't directly look at me, but she studied what I was showing her out of the corner of her eyes. And at one point, she looked back over her right shoulder.
I think she is a affectionardo of nude men! For I took it thelady appreciated the view!
Soon after, I laid face down, bare ass up, and a passing female stared twice at it.
Now, I feel good! Great, even!
A passing car slowed as I was exhibitig for the first lady; so it could have been more than two that I can add to my list of victums.
This year I have gotten shaving right; now, if I can only master wiping after defecation. I never seem to get all the feces from the hair lining my perinium.
Maybe I should change my method of wiping. And maybe next year I can get that down.

(about 6:56 P.M.) This afternoon's dose of nude play was about the right one; - more and I feel cheap and run the risk of police involvement; less and I have withdrawal symtoms.
The flooring today is hard sand/crushed shell, and rock. Falling was painful; ball-juggling is out.
It seems a feeling of "how great I present Mime!" interferes with great Mime, the Search Ipresent for Come-in - This is what could have happened for the afternoon Come-in - I felt something stood in the way of my reception.
The only cure for the meglomania ia a run of piss-poor Comes-in - and that happens more than I like, but often enought to make me straighten up.

(about 10:00) There was - let's say - a 13/16 'house' for the afternoon (4:30) performance, a nice, vocal crowd.
The evening (8:00) performance, with a 7/8 'house,' had a group willing to 'go along' with our artistic endeavors.
After 3-4 days of huge attendence, it was good to have 'normal' large 'houses.'
The 'show' I gave that young lady at the beach this afternoon was the boldest display I have ever given; imagine! walking nude, nonchalantly, on a public beach!
Well, that piece of freedom just may help me break out of the inferior status I have been under. Now, if I can only bring myself to exhibit for a male, another step will be climbed.
The Music Man of the evening, which I had to run to avoid missing - Ross had already assumed announcing duties, and I had to stop my Boxes act - was the most powerful to date; I did a lot more forceful movement. And it felt great.
The afternoon Music Man lost several beats, but managed to end on time.
There are still many physical articulations that could be inserted into Washer Woman; for instance, tonight I added a crawl when I first got the water bucket from Flip to begin the Bucket Steal/tug-of-War segment. I'm not going to lose sleep over it, though - the coporeality will come as I think of it.
And I have discovered that, for some reason, it's the stance that determines success or failure with the double reverse spin with the Sticks, and with the Manipulation of Boxes. So, until I find out differently, I will keep a wide-apart feet, bent-knees position to get through the tricks.
It has been overcast and cool all day; the Sun never even once had the guts to show its face!

18-19 May (Thursday-Friday), Los Osos/Soledad, Ca.

(18th, About 4:38 P.M.) Next to the Los Osos Junior High School, we finally have a smooth, green, grassy carpet for flooring - probably the best lot so far this season.
The Sun shines bright through a clear, blue sky; the wind is slightly active; and it is cool, air temperature most likely in the upper-50 degrees (F.).

(about 6:00 P.M.) A straw 'house' for this afternoon (4:30) performance- the Suicides are one again required; people are sitting on the ground, people are standing. It's packed.
Needless to say, the vocal feedback is powerful; but I AM surprised the response isn't as 'packed' as the Big Top is.
I am experimenting with Washer Woman - for some reason, the corny 'gag' has captured my interest; I find it a great vehicle for coporally articulation.
The same for the Music Man - now that I am getting use to the High Pedestal, I can kick Movement into the display.
Spec was so nice on an even track.
I found out that the bay was only about a mile down Pismo Avenue, this morning; so I got together supplies (2 towels, a book, a jar of Junior Fruit drink, four juggling balls), got into shorts and Flip-Flops, and took off.
The bay - world-famous Moro Bay - doesn't have a beach as such - it is an officially recognized Wildlife Refuge - but I 'camped' on a section of sand, about ten feet from a duck couple (just like human man-and-wife, the ducks - mallards, I think - were gazing out at the bauty of the bay), and laid out nude a while, then practiced, naked. The chill in the air forced me to wear a sweat shirt, though.
Around 11:30, I headed back. And the fun began!

(about 9:17 P.M.) Well, I decided to cut across a field to reach the path back to the lot; but that field was a fairgrounds or something, and was shut off from the street by a fence. So I had to return to the beach, and leave by the way I had come earlier in the morning.
I waded across some of the streams branching off from the bay (which itself comes from the ocean); and those streams were bogs, and I sunk down to the knees in the goo. Now, that kind of mud is perfect for an ecosystem, which is the reason Moro Bay had to be prolected for the wildlife; but it angered me - probably my ignorance irked me more than anything else. Hell, earlier, the sucky mud broke my right Flip-Flop.
Well, after I discovered I had walked into a trap, there was nothing to do but try again. On the way out of the swamp, I saw a young female with a butterfly net. I hurriedly make a bed out of my 2 towels, stripped, laid down, and read, hoping she would return, and catch what I offered.
Finally, I gave up, dressed, and started back 'home.'
I got off on the wrong track from the start - seems I got turned around.
It ws at least an hour before I, at last, saw the Big Top; I had asked about ten people, all of who gave confusing directions.

(about 10:53 P.M.) I will be picking up trash at nights - I started tonight - for Kevin, at least for the rest of this week; Pepe claims he has a sore back from the work.
I tell you, when a bunch of people attend the performances, there is a hell of a lot ot trash! It's been several years since I did nightly pick-up, I'm out of shaape for the rush job, and I don't have a system yet.
Pepe is probably just too lazy to continue the work at night.
The evening (8:00) performance had a full-house - packed, but not as crowded as the afternoon performance.
The outpouring of enthusiasm was great tonight, also.
I must turn in; tomorrow I will clarify any details that my hurried pen may have skipped over.

(19th, About 12:10 P.M.) 'Bout time Chill Wind let up on us! Sure, a slight breeze stirs, but it is a friendly one.
The lot is a soft dirt field at the corner of Mitz and Walker; a dirt pile that can mire car wheels. It isn't anything like our lot yesterday.
Soledad - known for a Prison (state? federal?) that had an uprising in the late Sixties, housed some political prisioners, or somthing that brought it noterity.
Clear, blue sky lets through bright sunshine - and lots of it.
I walked 3-4 miles, at least, yesterday, in search of the Junior High School, which, at first, until I saw a poster, I didn't know was Los Osos Jr. High.

(about 3:39 P.M.) It came too late to do much damage - the Sun had already been at work, and the air was all nice and warm.
But come it did; and Wind has rushed, knowing good and well Sun had an early start, and there was no way to add too much Chill when Warm was already in position.
Gabilan Elementary School is across the street from the Back Yard.
There is a small park across from the Front Yard. A water faucet is by the baseball field. And that was where I washed out my black dance pants, and some gloves; and from where I stocked up on drinking water.

(about 5:55 P.M.) Wind worked hard to chill us, but can't quite make it; one can notice how it is slowly tiring.
The afternoon (4:30) performance with only a 5/8 'house' - if that big - is in marked contrast to yesterday; but there won't be much to pici up in the trash department!
The people are just there - I don't detect anything but bare life. It is a rest day basicly.
I was walking around the area in search of the lot yesterday with only a left Flip Flop on; it gave me a distinctive gait.

(about 9:11 P.M.) This evening (8:00) performance was able to pull a 3/5 'house' from this area - of course, a 'corner' Seat Wagon is out.
But this town (and nearby Mission) must be a nocturnal crowd.
In addition to the increase in patronage, the vocal reaction (obviously) was stronger.
The Music Man of the afternon performance was blessed with its own natural Spotlight - the Sun was able to hit me with a beam of light, curtesy of a Center Pole hole.

(about 10:40 P.M.) The afternoon performance saw the alternate Washer Woman ending - Flip saying she wouldn't throw water on me when I ran into the audience, then doing it when I got behind her.
The evening Washer Woman was the norm - excepting I slipped during the tug-of-War, and almost brough the bucket of water (first one) down on my head (which, in the event that ever occurs, I have a surprise for Flip).
Wind has finally given up; will it try tomorrow?

20-21 May (Saturday)Sunday, Gilr




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