Brother, can you spare a name?
The voices attached to names are mostly gone, some writers, some bloggers: Ernest Albrecht, The Biggerstaffs, and all the pros who moved and sold the shows, Big Cage stars like Wade Burke, Concession men like Dick Dyes, old times veterans and then up and coming clowns Steve Copeland and Ryan Combs.
The voices afraid to be known, lurking among the ruins with opinions, some spot on, others settling scores, maybe.
Once upon a better season, a number of proven troupers posted comments, maybe only once, but once. Names like John Ringling North II, John Herrriot, Paul Binder, Steve and Ryan even. Some of the knowing still check in known then, be they James Royal, or Douglas McPherson across the Big Pond, or Don Covington, the last soul on the lot keeping us connected and informed with the links he sends our way.
Back in 2016 -- a golden age compared to now -- there were maybe a dozen circus blogs up and running. Now, what, one? two? Lonely out here on the darkening blank lot, the last tent having been struck, the last wagon maybe now at the runs waiting to be pulled up to the flats for the last haul home.
Anon (Anonymous) checks in now and then. All Anons might be the same for all I know. I print the ones I can who park their profanity or vile at the marquee, and take what I can.
It was always a hush-hush world among the fans, more than the pros. And it still is. At least, a few are able to rouse themselves to issue a thought, an irk, a jab, an insight even -- careful to stay safely out of sight.
And barely on goes the no-show ....
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