During my nine years of travel several carnivals were worked on. From this experience I imagine a novel about the last year on the road will evolve.
You were a “spieler”.
Once the bosses seen I could handle myself they gave me half a joint. It was a build up game shuffleboard. The idea was to keep the marks playing. Each dollar spent move you up the wall to a better prize. If you win, that is! Five dollars a game you could play for the…
I come by it honestly.
My grandparents work on American carnivals when a train moved them from spot to spot. Of course I was not born then. Decades later I walked onto a lot the first Spring of traveling. Nineteen years old, I knew nothing. Upon opening a jar of peanut butter and tube of crackers the carnies cleaned me…