A bitter old man's effort to save the American Circus

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Just about the time you think you know some of the answer's, you find out you actually don't have a clue. Initially I thought the postings I had seen on various blogs, including this humble one, were the effort's of an escaped chimp, whom I silently applauded for his intelligence in being able to boot a computer, even if his grammar and spelling left much to be desired. "What the heck" I thought," cut the little simian a break. He probably just got his thumb hooked in the suspenders of his trousers, or dropped an ash off his cigar onto the keyboard." Or maybe he was "multi tasking" and typing while pumping air into his bicycle tire.

Then yesterday, I was shocked to find out it was actually a living human being. Today, before I have had a chance to recover from my amazement of yesterday, I am slammed with a bomb shell. This isn't just any mortal human being, no sir. As her world class publicity department, Team Felicia, led by her crack Publicist, Barbara Hoffman informed us in their official statement in the thread below, this is the past, present, and future of the American Circus!!!!!! Boy, don't I feel like a bag of hammer's. I sit, head down and humbled, yet excited, as the future ahead does indeed look shining, bright and brilliant for the circus.

I would like to take this opportunity to publicly apologize to you, the past, present, and future of the American Circus, for being a mockery and laughing stock, and for bringing shame to the circus with my costumes. I humbly and with sickened heart, accept full and complete responsibly for my ignorance. Sure, I could alibi, and blame it on Irvin Feld, because he wanted me to dress like Gunther Gebel Williams, but I won't. I am not even going to blame it on Don Foote, because after all, had he ever sat at a kitchen table and sewed bugle beads on a costume? No sir, he hadn't, so I should have known better then to listen to him. No, the embarressment I caused you, the past, present, and future of the American Circus, is my cross to bear, and mine alone. Actually, Togare has to accept some of the blame, because he started that foolishness a long time ago.

I would like to request a seat on the rocket ship to the moon, known as Team Felicia, the Future of American Circus, by suggesting you find a copy of "The Amy Vanderbilt Complete Book of Etiquette" Garden City, Doubleday. I am sure you will find it a most fascinating read. If that's a problem for you, get Barbara to read it to you. When the industry grows tired of blaming their demise on tv, video's, rock concerts, animal rights, economy, USDA, etc. etc. they may want to ponder Felicia Frisco and Team Felica for a moment.