A hole where the fridge used to be.

May 8, Gas City.

There is a gaping hole open to the outside and lined with dirty twenty-year-old fiberglass where the old fridge was in my trailer; it's been raining all day, and rather cool, I keep a heater on so the babies won't catch a cold and have been trying to steer them clear of the fiberglass.
A few days past, in Pittsboro, a motor home that belongs to the circus' management, had to be towed in after the engine gave out, the last in an endless series of problems, and they decided to forget about it (not worth the money nor the headaches, and only one person living in it.) So yesterday here goes Fridman buying it to take advantage of the parts, a one-year-old Dometic fridge, new tires, an expensive gas generator, and more. This morning he took out the old fridge which worked fine but only with propane now, costing us dearly, and drove the 80 miles back to Pittsboro with Castro to get the new fridge.