Well, I certainly met a carny there. Liked him quite a bit. But, this was the rehab from hell. First, it was in the middle of nowhere Texas. Because that’s where the Army put its Nike missile base. The base stood pretty much intact, but with the silos concreted in. So this was a rousingly (spell check sez that should be ‘confusing’ which kind of works) good place to put a rehab, though the guy running it whose name, but not person, I forget. It was run by him by scrounging crap, slightly but not quite shady doings to get the place to run. This place cannot have ever been licensed. Call it a rogue rehab. Any rate he knew someone that ran a carnival that came thru every so often and he would sometimes ask for volunteers to work as set up carnies for a day. Better to try it than not and there wasn’t pressure.So that’s how that came about. Wouldn’t trade the carny experience for the world, but I sure as HELL would not do it again. Esp. at my age.
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