They called it a carnival. For me, it was more or less a county fair wannabe.
This small outfit popped into town during the lull of my summer vacation.
It only had about three or four rides and all of them were old, but it was something to do.
Rides aren’t everything, I guess.
There was a midway sideshow featuring the dog-faced man, a fat woman and a fella who could swallow swords.
Why, they even had what one of the fellas called a “hootchy-kootchy show.”