A mud show it is.

March 13, Many.

I don't have to go out of the trailer. For the rest of the circus crew it is terrible out there, the mud and water and cold, and the big gushes of rain that never stop. The midway was a lake, Fridman told me, the public waded in as best they could, hurrying, and inside it was a muddy pit.
There has to be a better way.
Still, incredibly, people came, and stayed.
I felt for the crew workers this morning, having to set up the tent in such conditions, their raincoats meager defense against the elements, and no promise of a warm home to go back to once the work is over. It is even worse tonight; Fridman went out to lend a hand.