Phillip Wilson

Amazingly, I survived my Life
2011-09-22 00:00:05 (UTC)

1991 REVIEW (PART FIVE)

16-23 April, Douglas/Sierra Vista/Safford/Globe/Coolidge, AZ
Apache Junction/Fountain Hill/Prescott Valley, AZ
Agua Prieta, Sonora (Mexico) (continued)

Each day it seems harder and harder to mount the Conductor's podium! Will it be this 1991 tour that I will be unable to climb upon the six-foot Cat Pedestal? Once I loose that power, I might as well give up Mime - no way will I keep up this liaison with the Muse if She kicks me out of Her Bed!
This Wednesday had a Bare Dirt bottom to the Big Top. The occassional Rock homesteaded, and a couple of dips did Speed Braking duty.
Geary paid me the hebdomidal 25 bucks, for lot Clean-up, this morning.
The Sun was lavishly decked out in Her best finery; Cumulus floated in the clear, blue, gorgeous sky.
And this town is aptly named - for the panoramic view of the mountains is spectacular! As was the entire scene during the trip from Douglas this morning!
I feel sorry for my camera - I expect it to file away the Murals painted by the Great Artist - but the Imposing Image just won't condescend to be on call for future human enjoyment! Celluloid captivity can only poorly reveal a two-dimensional prisoner; in no way can the feeling of geological supremacy be conveyed unless one experience this Workshop in person!
Hopefully, though, I will be able to entend the honor of being in this area, way into the Future, whenever I look upon the photographs.
A warm day, but the Mountains confined Wind to a small area, and we were the inocent Bystanders.
This penning has been coming to you from Burger King, in front of the lot.

(18th) The Texas Canyon provided the pictures along I-10 this morning; down it 'them pitchers' sho ain't purtty!
The Graham County Fairgrounds is the lot today.
Thursday, April 18, 1991. a bright, day; a gigantic accumalation of Cloud extending the Mountain Motiff until room rain out. Safford, Arizona, is on the posters today.
(Never attempt writing before you are fully coherent after a nap!)

(about 9:40 P.M.) Now that I have had the entire afternoon to collect my thoughts I will be able to finish up this volume in a readable manner:
The nap I took this morning did the trick - my outlook on life, my social contacts, my artistic output all benefited.
But the extreme fatique and Coporeal Trauma resulted in a bad dream; and the pre-nap period had me dis-connected with reality, hating everyone, resenting the Muse for leading me down the Mime Shaft.
I awoke a Mr. Hyde!
The labor force in the Muscle Department rioted from the extra work without rest that they had to do!
All I had to concede to the Union was about an hour and a-half of this day!
The Safford Elks Lodge #1607 (?) laid out the Powdery Dust Mat for us today. The track was horrible!
A rare event - the afternoon (4:30) performance won the Butt Contest - for around a 17/20 'house.' However, the overpowering response this evening (8:00 performance) places that show on the list of nominees. Though the response of the afternoon wasn't bad!
Horse Racing in the dust sure was hard on the lower legs!
Damn! if that shit 'gag' isn't being received extremely well by the public! Will miracles never cease?
As I was bathing under a water hose, Pepe Vital informed me of the availability of hot showers, pointed out to him by a grounds keepers. A wonderful post-nap indulgence, one that helped re-established my link to the world.

(Purchased from The Alco Discount Store in Kermit, Texas, on The early afternoon of April 11, 1991, for $4.97 a Mead Account Book #64522)

(19th) The Gila County Tairgrounds - has this show not played here before? Globe, Arizona is a repeat, but if the privious lay-over was out here by the Juvenile Correctional Institute I can't recall.
April 19, 1991, five miles or more away from the business area. And my clothes need cleaning! How much longer will hand-washing do the job?
Travel on highway 70 this morning took us through an Apache Indian Reservation - what beautiful Sacred Grounds!
A Cloudless blue sky, a Sun easily pinpointing its Rays at us.

(acerca de 9:40 P.M.) As soon as I saw the Horse Stables deja vu hit hard - for I had taken a bath under a water faucet, nude, in front of the horses.
We hit this town a couple of years back.
This time, however, a broken-down exhibit building, with a workable faucet, hose attached, was a 'wall' between my nakedness as I showered in the buff, after a session at the Massage Parlour.
(The Marcias girls changed behind a scrim curtain, door open, and their sleeper is across from mine - but to the right two rooms. However, a wall mirror provided a view of bra and panty-hose only battons. So I modelled in my underwear for them tonight. Now I have willing victums!)
The Globe Rotary Club sponsored our appearance today.

(acerca 10:17 P.M.) A disgustingly dirty track; with pesky rocks blocking freedom. As a result, Spec was yanked out of both shows.
Respectable attendence - the afternoon (4:30) performance filled around 2/3 of the Big Top. So-So response. Then the representation increased to around a 13/16 'house' this evening (8:00 performance). Above average response; and excellent if the reaction to the Levitation travesty is any indication. For that piece uncovered secret admiration.
My House gallop was slowed due to having to keep pace with Manuel, the Winner, who wears Clown Shoes. So the Race didn't really connect.
As my Search didn't - either time. I never could pick up on the Rhythum. The act never rose above the unreadable, confused stage.

(20th) Finally I finished "Absalom, Absalom"! - you know that novel about how the South was affected by the Civil War for years and years! An interesting style, had that William Faulkner! Sure is different than most others!
I identify with Mr. Faulkner - he was an individualist, and his work was, and is, difficult to catagorize. He did his own thing, and be damned with the establishment!
But four weeks! I can't allow that much time of any future book of medium length! I must either immerse myself in the literary project, or avoid it! No excuse too much to do! For do I really have that full of a day?
April 20, 1991, Coolidge, Arizona, a return visit after two years. I remembered once I saw the lay-out of this Regional Park on Coolidge Avenue. The Ball Fields rang a bell for me.
I bathed under a water faucet in the play area; I wore bikini underwear. The park had been closed, but it was still possible to view me from the parking lot.
Saturday, a hot, humid day, made worse by the bare sand lot set aside for us. The hosing down by the Water Man brought out the Mud in vast quanity.
A clear sky, a torturous Sun, a noticeable Breeze.
Patches of weeds and saber grass protect and guard the alopecia of the ground.
A Kiwana-hosted date - but the attendence sure wasn't a giveaway! Granted, tickets may have been readily sold - but the use of the tickets was kept to a minimum! The 2:00 matinee could only pull off around a 5/8 'house.' The response was surprisingly good for such a low-count bunch.
Heat and Humidity can't be blamed this time! For the evening (7:00) performance didn't bring in many - only around a 2/3 'house.' Again the response was above-average - but this has to be one of the weaker Kiwanis Connection this outfit has had in a long time.

(21st, About 9:35 P.M.) A house of towners - male and female - has a direct sightline on my sleeper; and, with the door wide open, I have modelled in a micro-bikini pair of black underwear. The group, aseated on the front porch, never moved or made any attempt to dissuade me.
Apache Junction, Arizona, a field at Highway 60 and Royal Palms.
April 21, 1991, a Sunday I will long remember! For a female, walking down the dirt road fronting my sleeper (8-9 feet east) caught me in the underwear!
It was hot, humid day - an excuse I can use for my deshibile.
And, at this 9:35 P.M., hour, I am performing again - in the event eye are lurking through the window.
The Kiwanas once again hosted us. The 2:00 matinee was loaded with the bodies - damn near a 7/8 'house'! The response was just fine.
But this group thinned for the closely following 4:30 performance; it was still a nice-size attendance for a Sunday afternoon, but the attendence shrunk to around a 2/3 'house.'
Payday! (Why the emphasises? Its only peanuts!)

(22nd, About 10:40 A.M.) A female with a small child is not far from me - and I am only in a pair of string bikini underwear! She has stationed herself for a long view.
Fountain Hill, Arizona, and I am enjoying the mid-morning sun. I am on the northeast bank of the Fountain (more like a geyser). And that was the third female blessed with an appearance.
The Circus is set-up on this Monday, the twenty-second day of April, 1991, across the street from the pond at Saguro Boulevard and Fountain.
A hot, clear, bright 10:40 A.M. (thereabouts).

I at long last got to a laundry yesterday - the Apache Junction Laundromat a mile or so from the lot. Etore, who has a rental car now (from Phenoix), had to do his, so I went with him.
I did most of the clothing I own, plus the sheet and some wardrobe, I was dressed in gym shorts and a T-shirt while my 3 pairs of trousers received the treatment. When a pair of underwear was nearly dry, as well as a pair of pants, I stripped in a rear corner of the laundry, and prepared for the Pizza Hut visit with Etore.

As soon as I returned to my room last night, I turned on the light. Soon a bedroom light of that target residence went off. Imagination, maybe, but I think I saw bodies peeping out the undrawn living room curtains. So I took off all - and I mean all! - my clothes, and several times stood with a spotlight on me.
The curtains were pulled together, as I was displaying my bare bottom to the onlookers, so I tok it I could continue.
And continue I did - until the power went nighty-night.
A Free day indeed!

(acerca 12:50 P.M.) Back by the pond, after a lunch break.
(Geary paid me the $25 for morning paper pick-up.)
(For an 89 cents service charge, I turned $175 cash into a Money Order, at a Safeway grocery store, up from the lot; and, for 35 cents, had it stamped at a UPS, Overnight express, etc office next door.

A female was sitting behind the steering wheel of a parked car, most likely waiting for the geyser to shoot off. But instead she saw me pass in a bikini. Slowly she began leaving. Not without a command performance, however.

(about 10:30 P.M.) You know, the House Race fails in its purpose - whatever that may be! For the Extension of the Neck is, in theory, the highlight of the piece. But the way it is set-up, only a few people in the Center Reserves even sees the blow-off. And than that isn't what brings out the humor - it is my be bested, my protest to the judge, the anger on my face. A smaller crowd get to see this!
I made the complaint to Lalo; so the Office will get wind of it.
The track, rings - hell! the entire Circus Campus! - were rocks, and small boulders. Tricky for Movement.
A Kiwanis organization brought us back to Fountain Hills after a two-year absence. The Good Ole Boys did a pretty good job - the afternoon (4:30) performance had around a 21/27 'house,' the evening (8:00) performance taking in a little less, just enough bodies for around a ¾ 'house.'
What is going on? For the past 4-5 days, the afternoon performance beat out the evening Cousin in attendence! That isn't how it should be! It never use to be, anyway!
The response each show was impressive, well above average.
The door to my sleeper opens to the west.
Balloon Bandit was given the day off. I suppose when one works as long and faithful as that piece has, one deserves extra time off!

(23rd) Yesterday was Earth Day, a 24-hour period set-aside for concentrating on what the Planet has to offer, and question why we 'bugs' have the audacity to damage it. Bashas,' the grocery store up in that nearby mall, have for sell a made-from-recycled material tote bag, with "A Friend Of The Enviroment" labelled on it, along with a Bashas' logo. For around $2.50, I purchased one, the reason at the time, for a beach bag. But isn't it a co-incidence? I walked is near-natural state on a Celebratory Day for Nature, and used a natural bag?
I did a slowed-down Search last night - damn near took me twice as long to make the track! - but the act was very intense and articulated. I must do it this speed more often.
Is sexual energy being re-directed into Artistic energy? It seems that whenever I exhibit my deshibility my ouput benefits from the force whose only release is a detour through the Artistic Channel.
Born Clown, Born Musican, Born athletic: Bull! Many factors fall into place by luck - just a chance grouping - and above-average powers are given to people.
It may even be that the gods draw names from a hat, and thereupon has that person as a project.
But Born Greatness and Genius? No! Things happen!

(acerca 9:40 P.M.) The Valley Center, a shopping plaza in Prescott Valley, Arizona, which house a Safeway, a Revco Drugstore, a Sprouse Reitz, and several other places of business, has a vacant field to the west of it - we were assigned to that field this Tuesday, April 23, 1991, by the Chamber of Commerce, our caretakers here in Prescott Valley.

Carson and Barnes Circus may have played this town before, I can't recall;
which brings up a point - why is it that I failed to realize the breath-taking splendor of this area during past tours through this area? Was I that so burden by emotional turmoil? Did these spectacular mountains mean nothing to me since I was so far down in a chasm? Why, this geological Masterpiece should have empowered me to overcome the depths I was facing!
Guess I have only to reach this height, huh?! Well, the struggle was well worth the effort!
As we head towards Flagstaff, we are required to endure the torture and trickery of Cold. This morning was comfortably cool, but a Mountain Wind was given the job of guiding us to a Higher Haven. Rather cold it is this evening!
Before it became to fuddy-duddy, I was able to bath from a bucket before the eyes of the three Marcias girls (across the 'alley' today) - wearing red bikini underwear. I know they saw - for I heard girlish giggles from them! Who cares! Time will sure to convince them to offer me a view of their undressed bodies!
The track was muddy and rocky. Pits were common.
Balloon Bandit once again had the day off.
An afternoon (4:30) performance of around a 2/3 'house,' believe it or not, beat out the around-13/20 'house' this evening (8:00 performance)! Not to underate that Prescott Valley representation, though, the response was quite pleasing.
Levitation is basicly a Magic Act that I present. In no way can it be labeled a Clown gag. Any audience reaction is related to what follows an official Magic Act.
Now, I am not complaining - only stating a fact!
After a long hiatus, it was back to four-ball juggle practice. And it was obvious I had been away from the Courtship for a while!

24-26 April, Cottonwood/Flagstaff/Kingman, AZ

(24th) Let's remember Cottonwood, Arizona, o'kay? I know I will! For while I was bathing nude in the Verde River, a female with two dogs came along.
She saw.
Later as I was finishing up my make-up job, I stood naked before an open door, and allowed another female with a dog to examine me parts. She was probably 30-40 yards distance, but the afternoon sun illuminated me.
This, and much more happened on this Wednesday, April 24, 1991.
I was also viewed in the buff by Ross and Cindy, hiking along the opposite cliff. Several other Circus people caught my act.
And my final washing was witnessed by 2 or 3 people, gender undetermined, aseated around a picnic table on that Other Side.
Some day, huh? My Free Lifestyle is the talk of the Backyard. I have aroused the curiosity of many of the females, the envy and admiration of most of the males (this level of humanity determines Manhood with phallic size!).
A Kiwanis Club date out near Riverfront Park, it was a hot, sunny afternoon, Clouds parading by, at times blocking the Rays from us.
The Big Top floor was dusty sand, a sparse growth of weeds not much help. Breeze seem to take pleasure in shooting sand grains into Eyes.
Balloon Bandit - yep! - out!!
A combination of excellent food intake, pride in my Male Member, and ini_ed sexual energy resulted in a powerful eveningtime output (muscle protest tells me so!), The 12/17 'house' was with me each step of the way.
My improvisation with the Boxes was especially stronge. A group of Prop Boys were watching, and I demonstrated how Mime should be done for them.
Horse Racing is losing its excitment - I suppose the nearness of Muse's present has worn off, and, left to my own, I just can't mend the piece.

(25th) Flatstaff, Arizona.
Thursday.
April 25, 1991.
Fort Tuthill, Coconino County Park and Recreation Area.

Three years ago (it was on a Sunday) we were welcomed by a fierce Snowstorm. And still two packed 'houses'!
This time around Yellow is sitting in for White. Sure, it is cold - hell, this place is nearly 8000 feet up in the heavens! But that Diurnal Life-Giver is attempting to apologize for Its Cousin.
That Cousin, though, suspecting a Beau Geste, delegated Wind as its representative. And that Deputy is making things almost as uncomfortable as that Direct Intervention.

(around 12:45 P.M.) I can tell you now that the afternoon (4:30) performance yesterday in Cottonwood engulfed and restricted the attendance to around a 9/13 'house' - less than the 8:00 performance had over. The response was above average; however, I had heated the sexual energy too near my entrance, so the Search was mixed up. It wasn't a strong display.

(26th) Damn! it was COLD during the night period! Fortunately it wasn't as bad as it could have been.
A college fraternity, along with a sorority, hosted us in Flagstaff yesterday. The Flagstaffites knew the Cold was more alive at night, so the afternoon (4:30) performance had the larger crowd - around a 7/8 'house.' Response was great!
A noticable majority of the attendees were physical and/or mentally handicapped.
A gravelly surface served as the track and stage.
The fierce Wind kept Spec from the line-up; Balloon Bandit stay home with Spec.
For the evening (8:00) performance, only enough to make around a 2/3 'house' attempted the Circus Odyssey faced the Cold. Response wasn't bad.

(about 10:00 P.M.) Some days I can't seem to connect with the Force - the Search just doesn't leave an impression with the people. And then there are times . . .
. . . well, last night, before I even got in gear, I had help from the audience! "Here's your seat!" "It's over there!" and so on.
What is it I do when I Search readably? And what is it I fail to do when I puzzle the people as to what I am looking for? I can't, for the life of me figure it out!
Kingman, Arizona, was a hot shower day. I stumbled upon the real stalls here at the Mohave County Fairgrounds early this afternoon.
April 26, 1991, sunny, breezy, the weather tamer than was yesterday.
This final Friday in April was co-ordinated by the Kiwanas.
I took it upon myself to modify the House Race - the piece now starts and finishes in Center Ring. Now the 'gag' can be seem by all, where before only a few was able to catch the crossing of the Wire.
No way will I leave the artistic directing to a First of May like Jennifer. Not on this show to be popular with my fellow workers, I have to admit to an ulterior motive - my Sore Loser is more powerful from the Ring.
Besides, I was bored with the Race.
It seems to play better upon modification. And Jennifer must learn who really has control of the Alley.
Due to Bus #47 suffering mechanical break-down, and requiring travel assistance by the wrecker, the Tire Truck has carried trailer #414, of which my sleeper is contained, and for the past 2-3 days my house has arrived late to the lot. Hell! this morning it was around 11:00 A.M., when it found its way here!
I hope the situation changes - several of my Wardrobe needs Cleaning, and an early submission is required for the one-day service.
How to describe the track! Well, it was spotingly bare dirt, and grassy, and gravelly; ruts and ridges were on hand.
No Balloon Bandit. A new cable, and less used than the worn-out one of two seasons! What a paradox!
A 4:30 afternoon performance - surveyed by around a 12/17 'house.' The reaction indicated appreciation and enjoyment.
The approx. 13/16 'house' for the evening (8:00 performance gave us an outstanding reception. Levitation - or I should say, my Magic Act - was popular.
My Search gained me a following tonight - I even had a couple of young males come on over to see the Boxes, after Sticks had the stage in their original section!
This season refuses to turn sour. I don't know if I can part with the sweetness of it.

27 April-2 May, Bullhead City/Lake Havasu City/Yuma, AZ
Laughlin, NV/Holtville/Alpine/Spring Valley, CA

(27th) About 7:47 P.M.) My sleeper was late arriving this morning - it was after 11:00 A.M., before it got here!
Three years ago the lot was in a park across the street from the river. I was so excited about doing this date again -
- only to be at Highway 95 and Marina, by a Shopping Complex (Wal-Mart, etc.), 2-3 miles from the Bathtub!
A beachy-soft sand field - a very agitated afternoon wind stirring it up. My sinuses and eyes were slaughtered!
The Bullhead City Kiwanis Club had us in for this hot day; and an excellent turn-out greeted us. - the 2:00 matinee had around a 13/16 'house.' This 7:00 Late Show holding around a 17/20 'house.'
This evening crowd is most generous with the response.

(28th) A different lot in Lake Havasu City, also! Fortunately it is at Industrial and Highway 95, near the lake and Colorado River. And I bathed this morning in the cold, refreshing water.
Sunday, April 28, 1991 - the Kiwanis Club put us on a loose-sand field; it was hell walking!
Wind was very playful and soon got out of hand. And it was awful!
The Wind, the Sand (which swallowed the trucks to the axles) made set-up a long, tedious affair; it wasn't until 1:30 that the Big Top was in a condition for the Public to examine. And then the arena was 'backwards' - the Reserves Seats were on the side (east) of the 'Rag' with the Front door, the Back door being over yonder from the Back Yard.
A pay morning.
But, if I am not mistaken the gossip of Yesterday has to be passed on:
Etore (who left from Bullhead City this morning) and I went across the river late last night to the casinos in Langlis(?), Nevada. Edgewater sucked several dollars from me. An adjacent hotel-casino took its turn.
In all, I lost 6-7 dollars, not life-threatening. Casinos are interesting places to explore; but the slot machines quickly bore me.

(about 7:57 P.M.) Only one Search today, for the 2:00 matinee. And it was weak and to be pitied. One of the reasons was that the momentum I have been establishing was underminded yesterday.
In the afternoon (2:00 performance) Jennifer came up to me as I was finishing up the Front section (Preferred) and said "Two clowns can't make-up without light!"
You see, I usually don't run the cable until around 5:30 on Saturdays; the determined-to-be-heard Wind, however, keep the sidewall down, and Clown Alley WAS dark.
I continued with my act. Jennifer again whispered, "There will be two less Clowns if lights are not provided!"
So I stalked back to Clown Wardrobe; Oscar was already in Face, Ricky beginning. Ricky, though, only applies a sole stroke of White to his lower lip. I just held up the sidewall about three feet, and 'juiced' the Clown Hang-out later.
Etore wanted to shoot Jennifer and I with the WaWa, as gasoline in being fed into it. He drove like a madman to a service station (he had photographed me, in my Wardrobe, gassing his rental car, the Big Top in the distance Background), knocking the glass (plastic?) from a pump with the WaWa's right side mirror (the station was closed for the Bus shot). With Jennifer behind the wheel, I 'modelled' filling it up.
(After the heart-stopping ride, how was I to pose naturally?)
Of course, we both (Jenny and me) were in our 'working' clothes. I only had time for Boxes and Sticks for the evening (7:00) performance.
Jennifer drove the bus from the closed gas station, back to the lot. But the damage to my nerves was already done!

(29th) The sightseeing tour of The Grand Canyon State is winding down -
- oh yes the shows! How soon we forget! Actually this geological panarama makes one sees Circus Performance as trivial nonsense.
For the Masterpiece of the Gods along highway 95 is awesome! This morning, the long trip from Lake Havasu City was priceless! We have travelled 95 for several mornings, and, boy! what we were priviledge to see is what I am doing this 1991 Carson and Barnes season for!
Yuma, Arizona, a horribly sandy field at 24th Street and Avenue B, across from a Circle K Convenient Store. It has been, and is, hot; the sun was, and is, coming through a cloudless sky with much force.
April 29, 1991, and this is what we can look forward to for the next 2-3 weeks!
Monday, and Geary hit me with the $25 'propina,' for matutional policing of lots.
What an afternoon (4:30) performance! To begin with, attendence was low - around a half-house. And the power box for the Big Top lights overheated mid-point of the show.
Bentley Bros. Circus is playing a 2-dayer out at the Fairgrounds. As a business tactics, did someone from that show sabotage our visit, in order to heighten the artistic integrity of Bentley? Things such as that use to happen in the old days, but in 1991? Who knows?
The Boys and Girls Clubs of Yuma, I'm sure, were hoping for a profitable Circus Venture. Instead, it got . . .

(acerca 9:57 P.M.) The evening (8:00) performance was a more fitting end to the 1991 Arizona tour - whether it was the lessening grip of Heat, or what, it was around a ¾ 'house.' Response was above average.
A paradox (no, not what is in Mobile, Alabama!) - a new cable, and the Balloon Bandit is allow vacation time! It's been awhile since the I flew!
The Kiwanis-sponsored pair of shows yesterday had large 'houses' - the 2:00 matinee with around a 7/8's, the following 4:30 service swallowing a crowd that made it over a ¾'er. The Suicides made an appearance, but their presence went almost unoticed.
Yesterday morning, while nude sunbathing by the lake, a couple of young kids (males) saw me from the opposite bank, and threw rocks, missing me but making a splash not far away.
By the way, the Saturday afternoon crowd spewed forth rewarding response.

(30th) Washing some things at the Holtville Laundrymat, 3-4 blocks from the lot, the campus of the Holtville Junior High School.
Sunny, hot Southern California; the Welcome at the Inspection Station was anything but Sunny and hot - several vehicles didn't pass close scrutiny. And three or four drivers, when checked out, were found to be unqualified to operate a truck in California (Jim, my driver, has on outstanding traffic violation from this, his home, state.).
April 30, 1991, a Tuesday, and by the look of this town, attendence may be low. But the Rotary Club knows best, I suppose.

(about 10:14 P.M.) How horrid! Vertigo on the Conductor's Pedestal! I suffered it once again this evening! And I literally Black-out, in the sense I almost forget what I was up in that six-foot stand for. I got through the piece, but the fear of falling was most pronounced.
Apparently I am able to stifle the phobia most of the time; after so long in hiding, though, the fright must have its day, and runs amuck.
How scary is that uncontrollable Beast!
I shipped a box of stuff, including a completed volume of the journal, along with three rolls of undeveloped film, plus a $25 installment on the bill with Mother, to Childersburg, this afternoon. Postal rates are increasing! The lightweight box, travelling fourth class, was over six dollars! Ridiculus!
The Holtville Post Office is 6-7 blocks from here.
A flat surface for work! And at least grass is stationed at intervals to keep back Loose Dust.
A low attendance for the afternoon (4:30) performance - only around a 5/8 'house.' Given the Big Top-trapped heat, I can't blame the people for staying away.
The Heat weakened for the evening (8:00) performance; for around a ¾ 'house' flirted with us.
Balloon Bandit sure is taking off a lot!
The evening response was stronger than the average audience, that during the afternoon weaker than the norm.

(1st) 3500 feet above Sea Level, what the hell do you expect!
A autumnal chill surrounds us in Alpine, CA,; a 'pit' at I-8 and Tavern Road is our base today, May 1, 1991, a Wednesday.
Speaking of Interstate 8, what sensational Murals line that highway! This morning, the ephermeal arrangements (geologically speaking, since every million years of so, the sculptor designs anew the piles) of boulders were a delight! And the dunes yesterday morning initiated cardiac palpitations! Everyone should experience this Galley - for he/she would then feel the power of Nature, and how we are just mites on Her Body.
A Texaco Truck Stop overlooks this low-down lot today.
The Alpine Kiwanis Club lured us here in order to prospect for gems and minerals.
And what wealth ushered forth! In spite of the fact that the ready-and-waiting Suicides saw little action, the Big Top took in many people - the afternoon (4:30) performance must have had around a 7/9 'house,' followed closely by round a 13/16 'house' this evening (8:00 kick-off).
The evening bunch was not a cerebral crowd; for it was easy to please them just by leading them in a 1-2-3 County, or an Applause Contest.
Though I must say several people did offer assistance as I Searched! And I had, "'Bout time they lock you up!" during the Spec March.
All in all, the evening was a time for fun-loving, obsterperous Circus Enjoyment.
The afternoon attendees were also generous with the hand-outs.
Bus #47, the Pedilla apartment, was reconnected to trailer 414, of which my 'suite' is in, yesterday, after a repair. Now I don't expect it to arrive dilatorily in the mornings, any more, for a while.
The track was bare dirt, but not as loose and wild as Yuma.
Balloon Bandit just may be released for the season - Barbara Byrd wants the show shortened, and Single Elephants and Bandit are being laid-off. I will miss my Flying - for all I had to do was rise; and the other Clown spots I have to bust ass, compensating for the jokes I work with.

(2nd) On a field provided by the San Diego County Parks and Recreation Board, a visit made possible by the local branch of the Kiwanis Club, Sweetwater Lane Park in Spring Valley, CA., halted us May 2, 1991, a cool Thursday.
And Balloon Bandit made a surprise visit! I had decided to store the pulley block and cable in Clown Alley - why allow it hospitality in my sleeper if it fails to work? - when the Bulletin Board announced a Funcion Completa!
It felt so good to fly again! Maybe my 'complaint' to Lalo yesterday helped!
Black-bottomed Cumulus kept the Sun from cradling us.
The afternoon (4:30) performance had to compete with school activities - only around a 2/3 'house' Big Topped it. The response, however, was plentifully discharged.
Around a 13/16 'house' for the evening (8:00) performance, resulting in a comfortable response.
The track was dirt rugged over with hay and weeds. It was, on the whole, flat.
Until Jim gets his driving record straighten out, I suppose I will be in the van for the town-to-town travel.
What I can't figure out is how Thursday night got here so quickly!

3 May (Friday), Ramona, CA

95 cents for Sensational Slumber? I'll say it's a worthwhile monetary outlay! And I tested it this afternoon; and believe me, it works!
I bought a pillow, along with a pair of green trousers (they will be transformed into Wardrobe) for $2.95, a pair of dark green patent leather shoes (size 11) for $4.95, and a pair of Hush Puppies loafers (size 12) for $3.95, from the Salvation Army Thrift Store, behind the Texaco Station on Main Street (my right dance shoe has a tear along the inside seam, and I will be wearing a left white dance shoe, and a right Hush Puppy, until I can get the footwear straighten out).
Another San Diego County Chill, this time surrounding us in the Ramona Community Park in Ramona, CA.
May 3, 1991- and when will we get to the sunny, warm Southern California?
A Friday, and the Rotary Club made the appointment for us today.
The track was gritty sand, with the occassional Weed Overseer.
The Back door was twenty-five or so feet from my sleeper; the Front Door was situated on one end of the Big Top, thereby separating the two. Around a - what? - 2/3 house (?) for the afternoon (4:30) performance; the evening (8:00) performance outdid it with around a 17/20 'house.'
Both groups responded kindly and gratefully.

4 May (Saturday), Poway, CA

Please explain how it can be that the distance between the trapezes on the Front track is more than it is on the Back track! It seems the Race is longer when it starts and finishes in Center Ring. And Manuel, the winner, is able to run faster on the Front track.
Damn! it's all weird!
Poway, Ca., - a very cool Saturday.
May 4, 1991 - the Pomeiado Business Park.
San Diego County is turning the Air Conditioner up high. Hell! I embarked on this 1991 tour in order to experience the warmth and beauty of Southern California! Now, Beauty has kept Her word; but Warmth? That Bitch tricked me!
The Sun is peeping through a Cloudless Blue Sky.

(about 8:36 P.M.) A Chamber of Commerce event, held on a lovely hill. The wildflowers are spectacular! And snails populate profusely!
I understand Carson and Barnes played Poway three years ago; it wasn't this lot, though. But I don't this 1988 stand.
The late morning and afternoon came under the government of Sun - it was warm, the California I came to experience. May it continue to equal expectations!
The Suicides had places in the Big Top - but were they really needed? The 2:00 matinee had around a 7/8 'house,' and the Suicides didn't came into us. Granted, people chose those Reservists for the evening (7:00) performance, but it was by their own choosing - for the Full-Housed tent was left with many idle Regular Seats.
Both services brought forth enthusiastic, plentiful response.
Rocks were all over the track and Rings; walking was treachous. Balloon Bandit made an extra appearance this week, to fill the spot of a Horse Act.
Years ago I read "Uncle Tom's Cabin," the anti-slavery novel by Harriet Beecher Stowe. From that perusal I have retained nothing. So I am venturing upon it again. And maybe, ten or so years from now, I will be able to remember this Masterpiece.

5-9 May, San Juan Capistrano/Vista/Lake Elsinore/Hemet , CA

(5th) The same lot as in 1988 - Junipero Serra and Camion Capistrano - but that three years has brought a change! Back in '88, it seems this field was grassy; now, it is a loose dirt-sod-rocky piece of land!
Day One of a 2-dayer in San Juan Capistrano, CA. Sunday, payday.
May 5, 1991, a sunny, hot, humid day, with two Packed Houses. The Suicides took up the overflow crowds.
A 2:00 matinee and a 4:30 performance - each strong in the reaction. Levitation was greeted with laughter during the matinee; applause has followed the Magic Act for a while now.
Can you believe Jennifer believes she is the reason for the positive response?! Incredible, isn't it!
Only one Search today, although the second performance was delayed 15-20 minutes, which would have allowed this act. However, I didn't want to risk a late acent of the Music Man pedestal, so I club-juggle for ten minutes or so, the remainder as a Figure by the Back Door.
The Capistrano Valley Kiwanis are the 2-day owners of the show.

(6th, Around 9:05 A.M.) Day Two. Dolemy State Beach, five miles or so from te lot. It is a bright, inchoate hot morning (around 9:05 A.M.
Orange County Transit District bus #91A, for 90 cents, got me a block from the ocean. As I write I am wearing gym shorts, but I tested the water with nothing on.
The Beach Patrol is on the prowl, so I will have to take care.

(Clock died, but I would guess it is around 6:20 P.M.) Twenty females, more of less, got the view of my Bare Bottom; and they all, upon passing, would look back over their shoulder for a second, sometimes third, fourth, etc., view.
Two females, on their return walk, even gazed upon my scrotum!
I located a good-looking young lady in a speggetti bikini; on her stomach, her buttock, for all purposes, was uncovered. So I moved over in her area, got an eye full, and showed my ass to her! I forced her off the beach - for she soon chickened out in the War of Backsides!
Obviously, several males witnessed my Display - it couldn't be avoided.
A uniformed Beach Patrol in a jeep came into the act - but I slipped into my shorts just before he got to me. He smiled and passed on.
Closer to home, during this San Juan Capistrano stand, that female who is a part of the Vitals is across the Alley; I have made-up, wearing underwear only, while aseated in the open doorway.
The lady didn't complain.
I arrived around 2:30 P.M., back to the lot; a shower at the beach was used for hair shampooing.

(10:15 P.M., or so) The third and fourth San Juan Capistrano shows also had excellent attendence! Both the afternoon (4:30) performance and the evening (8:00) performance were forced to include the Suicides in order to handle all the people, even if the whole of the Extry Support wasn't used this evening.
Music Man was unusually strong today, once again pointing out what a release of pent up sexual energy can do.
This Beach Day was more helpful to my work than the regularly-scheduled practice sessions.
Rather warm it was this afternoon! It was more pleasant after Sun, who is displaying Its cruel side, left for the night.
May 6, 1991, Monday, and I am anxious for the next Show Date (and I don't refer to Mime!)!

(7th) As I rode along I-5 this morning I couldn't help thinking - "This is the edge of the country! The Pacific Ocean traps us here!". A dumb thought I know, but it just came over me.
One can only escape West by boat or plane.
The limit of the continental United States.
May 7, 1991, a return engagment to Vista, CA.; two years have past, and we have been promoted to a field at 1400 E. Vista Way (I have forgotten where the 1989 showdown was). Several shopping complexes surrounds us, including one that has a Lucky's grocery store, a Thrifty Drug and Discount-Center - and a Hoover Dry Cleaners;
which put me in a state of shock this afternoon. For it cost me $35 to have five coats cleaned.
Seven bucks a coat! Ridiculous and insulting - not to say sickening! I was estatic this morning that a cleaners was across the street from the Mid-Way.
Damn! if I'm not going to ask the price of the service of any future Dry Cleaning establishment! Thirty-five dollars is way too much!
Geary handed over the hebdomadal $25 this morning, as I was returning for the Wardrobe Check-in.
A laundry took care of some soiled socks, underwear, and make-up rags.
The Chamber of Commerce had us in today; and it was another Biggy - the afternoon (4:30) performance had around a 7/8 'house.'
An Emergency Call-in of Suicides for the evening (8:00) performance made it a Packed-House for that service.
Response was excellent both times.
Obviously I was out-of-sorts for the afternoon Search - can you blame me? I mean, $35 is a large chunk of my weekly salary - and to have some capitalistic yuppie Bitch rob me of it was upsetting! - so it was a weak Act. However, Music Man benefited from the embarressing come-in.
I put my disgust aside this evening, and was able to pull off a pretty decent Search and Come-in. Sure, I still can't understand the reason for the exorbitant Cleaning Charge, but what can I do? To allow this level of Society to control me places me below it!
Six more weeks in California! I sure hope I am not a victum every week!
Today is Tuesday, and was a sunny, hot, humid, clear one. The track was bumpy, and spread over with hay and chopped-down weeds.

(8th, About 9:48 A.M.) While resting upon arrival at the Franklin County Rodeo Grounds, the Computer did a check; and, yes, we did play this town in 1989 or 1988 - for I am once again here at Point Park, by the lake. And, certainly, I am naked.
This East side of the lake is a Wildlife Refuge; it has really grown up around here.
It is hot and clear already - this afternoon will be murder!
The mountain range that lace the other side of the lake is gorgeous!
A hill separates this park from our today-only home; apparently the Computer used that information as a point to begin the Looking Back - for dega vu finally won out.
The previous stop here, an extra performance at 2:00 P.M., was forced on us. You don't reckon . . .
I found $6 this morning during lot clean-up in Vista; at least it is SOME sort of recompense for the Bitter Pill the Cleaners had me swallow!

(9th) While touring Missouri in 1987, a student photojournalist shot me as I was powdering my make-up. I was sticking my neck out off my Sweat Box room (Dave Gordon and I shared).
The picture appeared on the cover of one of the state's newspaper weekly supplement, and I received a copy the following season.
Well, that photographer now works for a newspaper in San Bernadina, CA., where we will be Sunday. He captured my make-up process on film, and we discussed several issues. As a result I was fifteen minutes late for Come-in for the afternoon (4:30) performance. So I did a 'double time' Search, the Sticks and Boxes, and was ready for Music Man.
Four or five photographers stood around the pedestal, shooting me. And the flashes damn near voided my vision!
But, oh! the Ego Food the attention gave me! Fortunately I was able to maintain the momentum for the remainder of the show.
It was at least a 7/8 'house' for that Lake Elsinore afternoon performance.
The Lake Elsinore Valley Chamber of Commerce sponsored out 1991 Business Day at the Rodeo Grounds, a flat hard sandy field, covered with brownish pebbles.
Fatique had her way with me in the evening - the atmosphere of the 8:00 performance was so different from the afternoon! It seemed so quieter, more distance. Most likely my tiredness made it difficult to get in touch with the Air of that show.
Still, attendence was around a 5/6 'house,' response being strong, as it had been for the afternoon performance.
The unsecured pebbles caused me to loose my footing, as I was in a Head Squeeze by the Boxes, and I fell backwards. Luckily I was not wearing a fancy coat - the Beige 'tails' was the same color as the sand, so not much damage was done.
Also, that 8:00 service saw Ricky hurrying and completely wrecking Levitation! Is their no way to reign-in this kid? It seems every year I an forced to work with a gamster like this; will I every get free of this curse?
Tursday, May 9, 1991, adjacent the Valley-Wide Recreation Facility in Hemet, CA; a cool morning - someone must have stirred up Wind, for It is running around, having fits.
A Cloudy day, Sun under House Arrest.

(acerca 10:16 P.M.) The Kiwanis Club of Hemet took over Babysitting duties today; and most likely it will be called upon again the next time we are in this area.
A very productive day. Two more-than-full-'houses.' Suicides, who, as you know by now, have seen lots of action lately, had another Special Assignment today.
The Come-in Search for the afternoon (4:30) performance never got the chance to get to the rhythum - people kept asking me things, and complaining.
Complaining! Can you believe it? When prices are embezzlement in stores, what right have these people to bitch about the cost of our services?!
It seems to be a constant that the pink ticket makes the Search more readable than a blue one; don't ask me the reason. But I worked the Blue today, and this theory was bore out.
The Search for the evening (8:00) performance came awful close to hitting it off with the crowd! However, it, too, just missed.
Response was enthusiastic and high quality both shows.
Music Man, which has been utilizing the staccato articulation for the past 4-5 days, is whistled at and received lovingly.
This Chill that flew in this morning laid hold of my muscles, causing Movement to be painful and not freely poured out.
One day hot, one day cold - corporally, I can't program my Body in the confusion.
Hard ground, with the track bare-and-grass spotted; however, it was generally flat.

10-15 May, Beaumont/Desert Hot Springs/Twenty-Nine Palms, CA
Victorville/Barstow/Ridgecrest, CA

(10th) Beaumont, CA., west of Stater Bros. Market.
A bright, cool, breezy Friday.
May 10, 1991.
A loose dirt field, with dandelions and other wild weeds on exhibition.
In addition to Stater Bros, numerous other stores make up a shopping compound.
A Swap Meet is a block away; I picked up a paperback edition of Herman Melville's "Moby Dick" for 50 cents.

(acerca 10:15 P.M.) It was a Rotary Club turn today; and a great spin of the wheel! Both performances (4:30 & 8:00) were well peopled and received. Unfortunately, this Cold nonsense convinced my muscles not to submit to my commands this afternoon. Music Man was a struggle! And it was all I could do to bend for Spec.
A Truce was affected this evening - I was allowed partial freedom with the Movers.
The track was bold-faced dirt, layered hard after contact with so many feet, come the evening show.
A Guanaco (so I can't spell the llama relative!) and three camels (?) joined the Managerie today - maybe others. I don't know. The Beasts came from Circus Vargas, who is in the process of going one-ring (interesting! I will be looking into this outlet. Maybe . . .).

(11th, About 11:23 A.M.) I soaked in the Hot Tubs/Spas at the Desert Hot Springs Motel, a few yards across San Diego Drive - wearing a pair of yellow nylon bikini underwear. You damn right I was seen! No one really cared!
Six dollars purchased a day pass to the Spas.
This is the same lot as 1989 (or was it 1988?) - Palm Drive and San Diego Drive; I enjoyed the Hot Tubs back then, too.
San Miguel Road parallels the door to my sleeper, and is 15-20 feet west.
A little on the cool side, but the Sun is able to hit us without clouds in the way.

(12th, Around 8:42 P.M.) Here it is, around 8:42 P.M., and what have I been doing my Sunday evening off? Following up unclear directions to a restaurant and grocery store!
After walking a mile or so, I realized my feet were taking me where I didn't want to go.
Sure, I reached downtown, but only pizza places confronted me.
I finally hit upon a restaurant, but no grocery store.
The peregrination wasn't a waste through - this desert area is beautiful! And the denizens so lowly! With my pack slung over my shoulder, no telling how may yells, years, and honks I received, as a hippie.
And this is California, the birthplace of the Hippie!
29 Palms, a Marine Corps base the major thing here, on May 12, 1991, Mother's Day, appropriate, for this town is full of Mother Fuckers.
Pay morning.
Having appeared here 3-4 times previously, the lot was transferred from the base to the High School.
The Chamber of Commerce sponsored us today, accepting the management from the Desert Hot Springs of yesterday's Chamber.
Speaking of yesterday, I returned, sans make-up, to the Desert Inn Motel and Spa, after the 2:00 matinee, and again enjoyed the Hot Tubs in yellow bikini underwear. Later that night, I soaked.
Even though I most likely received looks, smiles, and lustful thoughts, I was at freedom to wear the swimsuit of my choice. Should I, therefore, add this experience to my ever-growing list of Modelling?
How great it was to go deshibile without the fear of a police backlash!
The track yesterday had a pronounced Tront-to-Back slant to it; so Balloon Bandit had to fill in for a couple of acts.
An asphalt road lined the Back track.
Silly me! I will now tell you that, in Beaumont last Friday, the Back door was our private entrance. Sure, it and Fronty were on the same side - but the Back Yard didn't have the Front door between it and Back door, as is usually the case.
Spec, however, still began and ended through the Back door, though.

(acerca 9:28 P.M.) The Front track in Desert Hot Springs, as well as the 'bends,' were guarded by stones/small boulders, as was the entire lot. And how beautiful were the encircling mountains! The natives emphasized that beauty - for they were horrible and scumy!
The light plant formed a partial barrier to the Back door today; it kept the public out, and also queered it for Spec.
Wind was kinda wild and cool yesterday; but not enough to invalidate Hot Tub use.
A brownish pebbly field today.
The Sun was intense and hard-hitting, resulting in a hot day.
Attendence yesterday was down from the California norm - the 2:00 matinee pulled in about a ¾ 'house,' the evening (7:00) performance around the same. Response was well above par for both shows.
I got some more info coming tomorrow; bear with me - I will catch up sooner or later!

(13th, Around 11:31 A.M.) ) For $16.50, I purchased two pair of size 12 shoes (black, and dark blue), two pairs of 'dance' shoes, a pair for the fake legs of Levitation, four pairs of ladies's gloves (for Jennifer), and a pair of goldish-metallic ladies' pants.
What a find! And the Salvation Army Thrift Store is right in front of the lot, the Fairgrounds!
Victorville, CA. - I remember this stand from 2-3 years ago. I am presently (around 11:31 A.M.) at the Laundromat.
May 13, 1991, a bright, hot Monday. So far, a productive one.
Geary gave me the $25 this morning for you know what.
Launderland - next to a Vons grocery store, behind and to the right of the Thrift Store; which means just off the lot.
The previous stop in Victorville was on a Saturday, and a Flea Market was in progress (I purchased a book of shorts by Maughm [?]).
The 2:00 matinee yesterday saw around a ¾ 'house,' response on par. Attendence for the 4.30 performance was, I say, around a 2/3 'house.' My Come-in was 3-club juggling; the reaction to the entire show was average.

(acerca 10:35 P.M.) Let's not forget, I also picked up a green and white ski cap from the Thrift Store - a damn good thing, for Cold is on the Night Shift. I can imagine it will be rather nippy in the morning!
Wind awoke on the wrong side of the bed this afternoon; its Bad Temper was too much for Spec to handle - so the 4:30 performance had to go ahead without it.
Unattached dirt scurried off to seek shelter in Eyes and other places.
Spec rejoined the evening (8:00) performance, being that Wind flagged.
Around a 16/21 'house' this afternoon - a tad above average with response. The evening (8:00) performance beaconed around a ¾ 'house' - by doing a little arithmetic, it will be realized that the Afternoon won the day; response was by no means sensational, but neither was it disappointing.
By far the highlight of this day was the unbelievably inexpensive dance shoes that formed a partnership with me! It's not every day that such a marriage happens!
A new shirt for the evening Come-in came close to causing Black-out! I became aware of a lowered pumping of orygen to my Brain, and I became frightened for Music Man. However, a re-arrangement of the guilty Collar prevented a loss of consciousness on the pedestal.

(14th) I did it! I put new shoes on the fake legs of Levitation! Damn! if I'm not becoming a prop maker!
Wouldn't it be great if I could get together the advancement and insights of each year and combine them into one spectacular project?
May 14, 1991, Barstow, CA. This Tuesday is cool - unlike the last time we were here, in 1989. Then it was hot.
As then, though, the lot is on the campus of Barstow College. In the heart of the Hi Desert, this field is sandy and pebbly.
It is a tradition whenever I am out here to go on a nude hike across the desert, immediately south of the lot. I will, however, wait until noon before beginning, for that Wicked Wind sleeps then, I hope.
Breeze was at full forced early this morning, attempting to blow is off the San Bernadino County Fairgrounds. It was sure cold!
Could it be that the Wind Bag was pissed that I was able to score Big with wardrobe?
I-15 guided us here this morning; and what a path it took! The flat lands abruptly belching up mountains and rocks - I doubt if Nepal and/or Tibet can offer a lovelier panorama! I scroff at the political United States, but the geographical U.S., has to be the most beautiful country in the world!

(acerca 10:19 P.M.) The Barstow College Foundation sponsored our appearance today.
Balloon Bandit is back! Well, for a while, anyway. One of the females in the Archery Display has the Chicken Pox - it is spreading around the Back Yard - and the Ariel Act will 'sub' for the demonstration.
Tradition was broken today - the Chill was just to outspoken for a Bare Walk. So I napped instead - which was of more importance, anyway.
The track, in addition to the hard, sandy ground, suffer depression and tiny mountains.
In order not to push competition, both performances (4:30 and 8:00) were about even distributed with the Barstow contingent of Circus Takers-in - around a ¾ 'house.' However, I must point out that the evening crowd put out more with response - especially in Come-in, the Sound Booth-left general admission section. I did Boxes there, and got the people all worked up.
Music Man was stronger this evening, due mainly to a nice supply of 'fuel' from the Cookhouse.
Pepe has been in the hospital since Sunday evening, undergoing treatment for stomach problems. Ross's step sister has been filling in for him on the sound console. As I thought all along, the 'job' of Music Director is simple and not really a job.
And Pepe owes me $20! Was this 'leave' a convenient way to postpone the repayment - or even to invalidate it?

(15th) Each geological panorama convinces me that one is the greatest I will every see in this country. Then I am confronted with more Breath-Taking! This morning the Display was unbelievable! To think it has taken me a long to realize it!
May 15, 1991, at the Desert Empire Fairgrounds in Ridgecrest, CA; it is a bright, clear, hot Wednesday. No mis-behaved Breeze, so, who knows, I just may be able to Bare it all this afternoon.

(acerca 10:03 P.M.) I remember now! (Actally, Deja vu hit me over the head early this afternoon.) I was on this Fairgrounds in '88 or '89. What triggered the memory was the Water Faucet on the side of a shed. A semi-public road is on the other side of a fence; and over this faucet (it shoots water upwards, at an angle of 80 degrees or so) I bathed in the nude back then, I rinsed off with the spicket, but a shower did a wash job on me.
From about 12:30 to about 2:00, I laid out in the hot, bright sun (in the buff, of course), juggled 4-ball, in a string bikini underwear, and 3-ball bounce, sans clothing.
A group of workers were busy in the park to the rear of the Fairgrounds, several females among them, so I used caution in my deshability.
The humidity was a sucker this afternoon - the Vampire drained the energy from my body. The vast majority of the afternoon (4:30) audience were also attacked by the Count; for the response from the around 2/3 'house' was hard to hear.
A Savior Breeze rescued us from the Sapper, and the evening (8:00) performance went better. I kicked out a more together Search, and Sticks, and Boxes. The ¾ or so 'house' fell for all three.
The Chamber of Commerce sponsored us today.
Saul Caldron, Pepe's son, has Chicken Pox, so I am carrying out Marta, in the box, (she is a contortion doll, and Victor, his husband, is the Dr. Copelius) along with Oscar, to Center Ring, and then rush down to Ring 5 (or 1) and do the Magician sans gloves. Not much of the routine is damaged.
The track was grassless dirt, pebbly and hard, wrinkled in areas.
No, there was no Balloon Theft today.

16 May (Thursday), Lake Isabella/Mt. Mesa, CA

No clothes; by the lake.
A breejy, bright, hot, clear day.
May 16. 1991.
On this Thursday Lake Isabella technically has us, although the lot is in Mt. Mesa, behind the Bowling Alley.
Carson and Barnes Circus played in Lake Isabella, 5-6 miles from Mt. Mesa, in 1984; the lot, then, was in that 'downtown' area.
Which means - what? Both Mt. Mesa and Lake Isabella are lakeside communities; the businesses consisting of only the necessities of 'civilization.'
This morning I underwent a hair-shortening in this California resort. For seven dollars, I was transformed into a human.

(acerca 10:08 P.M.) The lady cut my hair an 1/8 inch or so too short; and the shape of my 'wig' took precedent over my artistic outlay. As a result, I gave two weak, embarrassing shows.
The Exchange Club corralled up today.
The afternoon (4:30) performance seated around a 13/16 'house,' response pretty good.
Inversely related, the evening (8.00) performance had to forfeit people in order to victimized us with enthusiastic, outlandish response.
This is a terribly sandy field; and the ire of Wind shuffled the Particles around. Spec remained in hiding all day, requiring Balloon Bandit to face the Blower.
Such was the arrangement today that Back Door was our private entrance; in fact, my sleeper was 30-40 feet from it, allowing the compartment to serve as Greenroom.
As for the Lake - I walked the shore in bikini underwear, gym shorts, and nude at different times. The water was surprisingly warm; so I bathed in it.
Front Door was at one end of the Big Top, giving one a head-on view of the 5-ring alignment.
It is cool from the droppings of Wind, this evening.
The too-short hair distraction cause me to forget to paint the tip of my nose red. Even though a neutral snozzle is mimish, the oversight was indicative of the sloppy work this afternoon.
I corrected the mishap for the evening show, and the stuff I did for that performance was markable improved.
17-21 May, Mojave/Taft/Bakersfield/Ojai/Ventura/Solvang, CA




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