The way we are.

July 23, Cochoranton.

It has become part of life on the road by now, as far as we can remember, the incessant rain, pouring like last night and into the morning drive, storming like the day before, drizzling sometimes, but always there it seems since we left the Rio Grande valley back in March, always there for a fact since the beginning of June, following us like a faithful fan, in truth working to the circus' advantage most of the time for kids out of school for the summer don't have much else to do but come to the show when it rains and rains in those small towns.
No complaints then, not even with the pan on the bed to collect the water from the leaks, no complaints then, just the raindrops on the roof, the way everything shines so, even with the mud, towing the trucks over and over again, the discomfort, the extra work. During our audio interview Casey said how he gets wishing he were doing some other work when he's stuck on the side of the road in the rain, say, only to love it all over again the next day, mud and all.
Circus people are like that, this is their life, it's tougher than most and they don't know how it could be any different.
It makes them stubbornly endearing.