|
SLIM
PRICE
Passed
from
this
life
June
13,
2006
|
Slim
loved
life,
his
heart
was
in
his
love
for
each
of
us.
His
passion
was
in
the
way
he
lived
his
life.
Slim
contributed
much,
he
was
a
many
faceted
person,
a
poet,
an
author,
a
carny,
a
friend,
and
much
more.
He
gave
from
his
head
and
his
heart.
His
wisdom
is a
light
for
all
of
us
in
these
times
when
life
seems
bigger
than
our
strength.
Slim
was
and
is
an
example
to
all
of
us,
about
the
things
that
really
matter,
risk,
love
and
the
fullness
of
life.
As
Slim
would
always
say,
"KEEP
THE
CANDLE
BURNING"
He
will
be
missed,
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to
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John
Robinson |
Carny
Haiku:
My
old
deaf
ears
hear
the
percussion
of
canvas
and
high-ride
wind
plays
strings.
The
bright
circle
of
outward
exploding
light
into
the
sky
is
what first
catches
your
eye.
Once
again
the
time
is
now,
just
as
it
has
happened
for
as
long
as
you
can
remember.
The
Carnival
and
its
mysteries
of
the
ages
has
returned
from
afar.
As
you
near
the
site
you
can
detect
the
faint
lilt
of
merry-go-round
music,
blended
with
the
squeals
and
laughter
of
children
there
for
the
first
time
to
experience
the
magic
the
night
holds.
The
sights
and
sounds
mingle
with
the
scent
of
popcorn,
candied
apples,
cotton
candy
and
the
unforgettable
sausage,
peppers,
and
onions
frying
on
the
grill.
The
carnival
lives
in
all
of
us
right
from
the
time
we
are
small
children.
With
some,
the
magic
continues
to
grow
until
the
desire
is
fulfilled
by
hopping
on a
train
bound
for
wherever
the
tracks
take
you.
No
matter
what
town
you
end
up
in,
eventually
there
will
be a
carnival
lot.
They
will
need
ride
jocks,
flat
store
agents,
and
roughies
for
setting
up
and
tearing
down
at
the
end
of
the
spot
to
move
on
to
the
next
town.
I
was
a
young
man,
and
like
many
before
me
was
considered
one
of
the
wanderers,
the
drifters,
the
lost
souls
of
years
gone
by
that
hear
the
call
of
the
road.
Some,
like
me,
didn't
know
what
tomorrow
would
bring,
but
were
willing
to
do
anything
just
to
be a
part
of
this
wonder.
You
would
start
by
doing
the
jobs
that
no
one
else
wanted
to
do.
Cleaning
the
donikers,
or
the
snake
cage
after
a
meal
of
chicken
ends
up
all
over
the
stage
because
someone
picked
the
Python
up
too
soon
after
it
ate.
After
the
fair
has
closed
you
then
find
yourself
walking
down
the
quiet
midway
so
tired
you
can't
even
eat
before
crawling
in
the
possum
belly
of
one
of
the
trucks
to
catch
a
few
precious
hours
of
sleep.
Tomorrow
though,
I
know
I am
moving
up
the
ladder
of
the
Sideshow
one
slow
rung
at a
time.
I
will
do
Bally
Fire
in
the
morning,
because
the
regular
fire
eater
just
quit.
The
burns
on
my
face
will
heal
in
time,
but
every
time
the
flames
get
close
I
feel
the
pain
all
over
again.
Chap
stick
is
good
for
the
lips
until
enough
time
has
passed
that
they
toughen
on
their
own.
I
would
suffer
the
fires
of
hell
though
just
to
stand
on
that
little
stage
with
the
crowd
gathered
around
watching
me
and
me
alone
because
I am
a
performer
now.
The
sword
is a
bit
tougher
to
master
due
to
the
pain,
the
gagging,
and
the
feel
of
cold
steel
pressing
into
your
stomach,
but
I am
an
even
bigger
star
now!
If
only
for
a
few
precious
moments,
I am
King.
By
now
this
is
in
your
blood.
It
is
in
your
soul,
your
brain,
your
whole
being.
The
smell
of
damp
steaming
canvas
after
a
quick
rain
shower
and
the
twinkling
lights
of a
million
fireflies
are
an
example
of
what
lures
you
to
this
magical
place.
One
season
rolls
into
two,
and
three
and
before
you
know
it,
you
have
spent
most
of
your
life
on
the
road.
It
is
your
family.
The
Freaks,
Geeks
and
Fakirs,
are
the
ones
you
lov e.
They
are
there
for
you,
rain
or
shine.
They
will
retrieve
you
from
jail
if
you
have
too
much
to
drink
and
bother
the
sheriff's
daughter.
They
will
hide
you
out.
They
will
just
be a
shoulder
for
you,
in a
time
of
need.
Because
just
like
you
they
are
trying
to
live
the
life
they
love.
And
in
an
effort
to
keep
the
candle
burning,
they
are
raising
their
kids
to
take
over
the
reins
when
their
time
on
earth
is
over.
You
never
get
over
the
road.
You
just
form
your
whole
life
around
it.
You
don't
ride
the
rides,
or
play
the
games,
you
just
become
part
of
the
big
picture.
Some
may
be
quickly
replaced
by
another
young
man
waiting
in
the
next
town
for
the
day
a
carnival
passes
through,
but
no
one
will
take
my
place.
I
will
continue
the
quest
for
the
brass
ring.
I
have
now
formed
a
niche
for
myself.........in
the
Sideshow.
“And
now
Folks,
Step
right
up,
you
are
about
to
witness
something
you
have
never
seen
before.
She
is
alive
on
the
inside,
she
will
amaze
you,
she
walks,
she
talks,
she
will
slither
on
her
belly
like
a
reptile.
And
for
the
admission
of
ten
cents,
that
is
one
thin
dime,
a
very
Slim
Price
to
pay,
for
the
show
of a
lifetime!”
Slim
Price
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