Wed June 18th, 2008 Greenwood Lake, NY. 40 miles (28 on the route card) Grass lot. Cooler, overcast.
And so we’re in the heart of it, the countryside between the Catskill Mountains and the Hudson River, between Albany and New York, the cradle of the American Circus from whence the Mr Bailey or Somers went forth with his elephant Old Bet, or the men from Brewster pitched their first circus tents, or a boy named Barnum from Bethel, CT found a job as a ticket seller on a wagon show. The ghosts of circuses past live here in abundance, reminding us that we are not alone in this crazy attempt to fight the mud and the weather and to entertain.
And so we’re in the heart of it, the countryside between the Catskill Mountains and the Hudson River, between Albany and New York, the cradle of the American Circus from whence the Mr Bailey or Somers went forth with his elephant Old Bet, or the men from Brewster pitched their first circus tents, or a boy named Barnum from Bethel, CT found a job as a ticket seller on a wagon show. The ghosts of circuses past live here in abundance, reminding us that we are not alone in this crazy attempt to fight the mud and the weather and to entertain.
