September 1, 2010 at 3:14 am in The Daily Republic
I once stood in front of a booth at a carnival in Chamberlain for more than an hour listening to the patter from the guy running the place.
I can’t recall what he was trying to sell. I mean, I know he was asking people to buy something. That’s the point of a carnival booth, to get the folks strolling past to stop, listen and buy something, take a chance on something, try their skill at something, whether it is matching numbers, pitching pennies into dishes or knocking cleverly weighted dolls from a shelf with a baseball. I can’t remember hearing what the guy in the booth in the carnival in Chamberlain was trying to sell. Continue Reading