Immediately following The Wolf was a rolling carnival midway, complete with a ring toss and a balloon popping game. At the back end, a man appeared to be guessing people’s weight. The sign said it all: Future Karnies of America. I noticed that Darryl was as delightfully horrified as I was.
“Isn’t Carnies spelled with a c?” I asked.
“Does it matter?”
“Well, you’ve got me there.”
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