A Peddler’s Progeny

What better time to out yourself than in your first post.  Well, here it is:  I come from a long line of entertainers.  These aren’t your run-of-the-mill Hollywood types, nor your Broadway singers, although they are kindred.  No, these are your hobos, your traveling circus folks.  These are your snake oil salesmen.  Okay, so maybe I’m playing it up a little, but there was a definite element of carnival in my childhood.  Of all the characters in the musical Oklahoma, the one I relate to the most is the peddler.  Everyone in my family can talk.  They live to talk; they talk to survive.  My dad and siblings literally sang for their supper growing up, so Scheherazade in One Thousand and One Nights seems like a little more than a story to me.  Since I know that story, I also know better than to spill ALL the beans in my very first post.  But if you stick around, maybe, just maybe, you’ll catch them one by one.

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