The circus

I think of life as a little boy sitting on the curb watching the circus parade.

There is a constant cavalcade of men and women dressed in costume, freaks, outrageous and wild circus animals – the tigers, lions, monkeys – birds of every color.

Once in a while the elephant dumps and you have to clean it up.

When I was a kid I hung around the circus. One day a carney let me shovel a little elephant dung. Then I got to feed the elephant some hay.

While I was feeding her, the elephant put her truck on my arm. It was hot and moist and felt like a hand. She moved the trunk along my arm. An exciting moment began with shovelling manure.

You never know where the next thrill is coming from.

And then the circus is gone and all we have are memories.