“WE HAVE EVERYTHING THAT A CIRCUS MUST HAVE" -- Marvin Spindler

“WE HAVE EVERYTHING THAT A CIRCUS MUST HAVE" -- Marvin Spindler
Horses, Camels, Ponies, Donkeys and Dogs Coming to 18 American Cities ...

Wednesday, June 23, 2021

Welcome to Little Circuses, America's New Normal ... To the Season of 2021!

 Good bye to ..

Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey

Cole Bros. Circus

Big Apple Circus

Carson & Barnes Circus

Kelly Miller Circus

And welcome to Little Circus, USA. Welcome to little big tops with big hearts.  This is the new normal in America. And, it would appear,  ours are no longer the most prosperous rings in the world. England now seems to be in the lead.  I can't think of a more deserving place, for they invented this thing called circus.


At the Zoppe Family Circus.  You can see horse riders and trapeze flyers. 

Warms my heart to see that Circus Vargas is back in operation.  They should have California all to themselves, far as I can see.  Please don't forget us up here in the Bay Area, Mr V.! Ah yes, the great "Mr. V" as he was so fondly called when he produced awesomely. 

 

I'd love to see the "dream-come-true" for former Ringling ringmaster, Kevin Venardos -- as he calls his circus. His lovely little tent seats a compact 350 souls, easier to sell out --- I hope  He is now trouping through  Colorado. 

 And here's the redoubtable Culpepper & Merriweather Circus. They've got a big little cage act in the show!  

I'd guess that Hanneford may have the best show on the road. Or, could it be ....

Yes, "America's black owned circus," as they ballyhoo it  to the max.  The cool are calling it the coolest show on Earth.  It's funky, I know that, painted in exotic colors, humored by sass and jazz.  I only saw one show, years ago, and was struck by two or three outstanding acts. The rest was a fizzy funny party.  

I have to hand it to them for marketing.  They got a full proof lock on protest-free patronage.  Funny, I do not recall the best acts being of black skin.  But of colors elsewhere.  You got to hand it to them: This is -- I assume -- a show cleverly and naturally in sync with woke culture.   So then, the big UniverSoul Question: Will they draw the big crowds that few circuses have been drawing the past few years?  And how will we ever know?  Maybe it's best not to know. 

Wait just a moment! Writes Don Covington, bringing to our attention another big player now brilliantly in motion,  "Las Vegas based Circo Hermanos Caballero is also back on the road, featuring young Anru Caballero performing the quad in the flying act.  He hits it just about every show.  After two Nevada stands, the show will move into California."

YES!   And I can't wait!

A ringmaster watches his little living dream.  John Strong would happily relate.  I am urging everyone to spend high at the ticket window.  Show a lot of green.  You know what they have all been through.

6.23.21

Wednesday, June 09, 2021

Train Ride to Sane and Serene


Greeting me at the Culpeper, Virginia train station: Sister Kathy, once employed by Sigmund Travel in Pasadena, niece Debbie, who handled the phones for American Express/travel, and niece Lisa, 20 years a flight attendant at United.

Waking up to a bright golden haze.  We are a million miles from the state of insanity out on the far west, hell bent on denying even nature it’s ways and dictates. Hell bent on rewriting the script of human existence.  The freaks are now running the show in San Francisco.

Kathy's talking wonder

We drive to Luray, pop: 4, 800, nestled in the Shenandoah Valley, where normal is still in fashion. Oh what a beautiful feeling!   First stop: Kathy's house on Willow Street. In the mornings, we take walks with her little dog Scooter along the Green Way, a lovely river stream winding through downtown. Scooter is a go-to attraction all in himself.  The way he lavishly licks you upon entering.  The way he can look up at you. STARE at you.  At one surreal point, by the sounds of his almost audible grunting, I could swear we were that close to actually conversing!

A few night later, to the world of Lisa, her husband Brian, and son Noah I go.   Their 18 acre spread is  surrounded by farmland — cows to crops.  The glow of barley now covers an open field directly in front of their house, now rented to a nearby farmer.  Howdy, neighbor, howdy seeds!

Riding the Rails of  Bureaucracy 

To get me from here to there, Amtrak’s perky little Cardinal out of Chicago railed through what felt like a living painting of lakes and streams and deep green  mountains rising undisturbed.  I'm calling this my second favorite train ride, second only to the Coast Starlight through Oregon, The Cardinal’s staff is something of a fiefdom unto itself, bending the rules a tad and coming off a little more human -- the perfect fit for treading the uncertainties of a pandemic. This is your down home train. Note the Corona-crimped table plating.  Food is quite tasty, if a bit mashed together.  Amazingly, coach passengers are denied access to it, but stuck at the heartless sodium dispensary (aka: lounge cafe). A shame.  Amtrak's lame excuse: With distancing, we haven't the space to seat them. But, you haven't the room for take out?  This really shocked me.

         Beware the Amtrak  Obstacle Bedroom

Not so down home or comfortable are Amtrak’s super pricey bedrooms.  After sampling them three times now, I am walking, no running back to the more user-friendly little economy compartments, and here’s why:1.  Sound through the walls is louder then in the small units.  2.  The toilet and shower are squeezed into such a small space, it can be an ordeal to maneuver in. And I am skinny. Are you not? Good luck. Compared to this,  the public toilets downstairs are a spacious luxury 3. In the smaller compact economy compartments, you have objects closer at hand to grab if the train throws a curve at you. 5.  When the lower bed in the bedroom is down. you get about five inches between it and a cabinet with sink – and the door to exit.  So, I’d suggest bringing a bridge ladder or be prepared to crawl or high jump over the bed  to reach the door.  A MAJOR design flaw.

Hello, Neighbor, Hello Cow!

Out Lisa and Brian's way, I stayed in the latest addition to their property, actually an old abandoned farm house on the grounds, built c. 1880, which they have magnificently renovated.  At daybreak,  I slip through a door in my bedroom out onto a restful porch. Spotted Lisa dabbling around her two ducks.  The breakfast she served me included lettuce fresh from her baby garden. They are not farmers per say, although Lisa is dabbling in ducks and vegetables and maybe chickens. Corn will soon be on the rise.                         

                  

This old shed is deliciously authentic.

Captain Sky (Brian, who pilots for United, here recovering from surgery) barbecued some great blackened hot dogs and whipped us up strawberry shortbread, served  out on the east deck  of their  large wood house, which they call "the cozy cabin."  This is what sold them on moving up from Florida to Luray.  To get to work, Brian drives back and forth to DC, up to two hours each way.

Curtain up, Japan! 

The grill his stage, the utensils his props

One evening we drove to the town Front Royal, to be regaled around the Mikado grill by Chef Anon from Indonesia. He juggles utensils, and taps them against the grill, producing  rare waves of clicking sounds. He paddle-tossed shrimp to open mouths, and managed to land one or two.  The one for me landed on my left lens, and got a laugh.  This is a big event – the most entertaining meal of my life.  What a showman!  And then I was told there are many like him in other eateries, having been trained in a long Japanese tradition.

Not to overlook American soul food, another evening, chef Kathy had us her over for a wonderful spread of roast beef, mashed potatoes, all the fixings, topped off with apple pie. Mmmmm yummy good.

Somewhere in the scramble of action from barnyard to board game, we took in a movie at the Page Theatre, a multi-plex operation still in operation, thanks to the family who bought it and are keeping it on life support.  The film was  Disney’s high voltage Cruello, in its best moments riotously funny. Haven’t laughed that hard in a long while. This town incredibly now has three stages.  What next? The Luray Metropolitan Opera?

My board game, Cant Stop Shopping, created with friend Boyi Yuan, is finally-- maybe -- taking off. With the addition of Act On coupons, players have more options – rolling dice or playing them.  And here am I, once again losing, this time to Debbie, down from Alaska'.  Shame on me! 

Brian, observing  shrewd shopper Noah plotting, dubbed his son a "15-year-old capitalist."   Noah recently landed his very first job, as a guide on weekends at the Luray Caverns, a big tourist draw for the town.  He loves it. Last weekend, the place was swamped with Indians from India.  They do love their caverns, I believe, recalling Forster's A Passage to India.

           Monopoly Lives Again!

Just when I had about given up on ever getting back the fun Monopoly had once given me, a turn of fate and a kid named Noah revived it.  There I sat, about to wipe him off the board, when this cunning little sneak charmed me into selling him for outrageous sums of money— where did he get it all? — property on the cheapest side.  He then  preceded to build off of it an empire of quiet retaliation.  Gotta concede, it was fun being demolished by so sly an opponent.  Next time I face Noah, I am having legal counsel at my side, preferably somebody from the better business bureau. 

I Talk to the Trees

Lisa pointed to “the grove,” and I did not see a grove.  She focused on a lone row of trees in the distance and I still did not see a grove.  Then she walked me over there, and I was soon feeling something , let’s call it transcendental.  At the end of the row of trees,  a few  almost formed a kind of  circle, and in it I almost felt a connection to Waldon Pond – without the pond. I went there again. Perfectly still, tranquil, detached.  So many moods on this plantation.

Lisa and Debbie took the train ride with me, as far as Chicago.  Never have I traveled through a state so thoroughly enveloped in green.  Au Revoir, fun family of Luray!