Jeep (and performing dog Cleo) was there singing bluegrass with a lissome female and they were grinning hard at each other. He still seems to enjoy the evening celebration even though it is said he first started in distant 1987. That's far longer than any straight job I've ever held!
Music is everywhere competing more with the sea breeze than with each other.
Will Soto is another of those longstanding entertainers who has made a career out of standing on a wire above the crowds.
Flags for the audience assures participation in the madness.
The patter is as important as the act and getting the punters to smile is what produces the income. And these performers earn good money for a solid act.
Facebook here he comes!
They don't do this kind of stuff back home.
The bugger juggles with actual flames and has the gall to warn kids in the front row he sometimes loses track...with 30 years under his belt as an acrobat and juggler he knows very well how to wow a crowd, not burn them up.
And off he goes.
They loved him.
Up next, Dale the sword swallower, a dying breed of entertainer he says. It seems there are only three dozen left in the world and he is then oldest among them all, 64 on the 19th. And he really does have it all as he slyly remarked to the crowd that sat tight in the palm of his very entertaining hand.
He swallows a mean sword but not without it leaving some marks apparently.
25 inches of the old cold steel. It looked real enough to me and he swallowed it as we shall see.
The crowd kept a close eye on him through the pre-show blather.
The children seemed enthralled.
I used to ride around like this but I never got to see a man swallow a sword.
There it is, one last look.
All eyes on the sword.
Down the hatch.
Regurgitated with a flourish. He earned the dollar I dropped in the bucket.
Now all I have to do is go home and practice with my machete. Or learn to read a tarot card, which seems less real but much safer.
The gold dude was still there as I headed out of the square.
Jeep was blathering something about the bayou...
...and sunset was far from over even as I left to go to work. Now why is it I sit up all night talking to distressed people when I could be swallowing a quick sword and be home in time for supper?
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