As it’s been one of those rare pleasant days in July--sunny, but temperatures only in the 60s and 70s--it was decided by someone--I dunno who--to have an afternoon cookout, including beer, here.
Such things are usually already half-planned by the time I catch wind of them, but I never mind, because I’m usually not doing anything anyway, and it negates this erroneous perception that franksolich is anti-social. This is a great place for such gatherings--as it was circa 1880-1950--better than anybody else’s place, and easy to set up and clean up.
First arrived the neighbor, the neighbor’s wife, and their five children, and he and I were setting up the army-sized barbeque grill in the front yard when the neighbor’s older brother--I suspect he was the one who had the idea--and his family, wife and four children drove in. There was also the
femme and a friend of hers from the big city, the new property caretaker and his wife, and one of the younger brothers of the owner of this property and his family, four children.
Provided nobody gave The Lecture, there’d be no problem.
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The oldest son of the neighbor, to whom I’ve given the exclusive rights to profit from the appearance of primitives the Labor Day weekend five weeks hence, asked the caretaker if he’d decided yet which primitives would be allowed to camp here.
The caretaker said no, but assured the young lad there was still plenty of time, with which I agreed.
“The carnies and their freaks are coming in three weeks, and you’ll get a better idea what you’ll have to do then,†I told him.
The young lad informed me that thus far he’d enlisted two of his cousins (near his own age; two sons of the neighbor’s older brother) and one of his older sisters (the other twin wasn’t interested), and he hoped that’d be enough, because he didn’t want to have to split the take too many ways.
“Just how much do you think you’ll bring in?†the neighbor’s older brother asked; “you may be disappointed, so don‘t get big ideas yet.â€
“A gazillion bazillion dollars,†he chirped.
Yeah, enough to pay off the Big Zero’s opulent life-style for a week, the adults agreed.
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“The first thing you have to do,†I advised him, “is decide how many others you need involved here. You’ve got four; that might, or might not, be enough.
“You have two points where you’ll have to charge admission, the two ways in which people can get down here to see the hippies romp and play.
“Where the boys did it two years ago, on the highway where one turns onto the dirt road and drives along the river, and the driveway to the front yard here, for those who want to park in the meadow and stay a while, watching, rather than just driving by.
“And you might wish to charge two admission fees; one for those just driving by to gape, and another for those who want to park, pull out some lawn chairs, have a few beers, and watch.
“I think you’re looking at maybe six or seven other partners in this,†I counseled, “but wait until after you’ve seen the carnies and their freaks, to see how it goes.â€
The young lad informed me that his two cousins and the one sister were going to camp here the week the carnies and the freaks are here, to observe. They’d bring some pup-tents, and of course use the facilities of the house.
“Oh no,†the neighbor’s wife started.
“It’ll be okay,†I assured her; “they can camp in the front yard, which is safer.â€
She looked at me dubiously, but assented.
“And besides, I’ll be around at all times; I wouldn’t miss this for anything.â€
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“I wonder what sort of freaks there’ll be,†the new caretaker said.
“Probably the usual fat lady, elephant man, dwarf, giant, the run-of-the-mill freaks,†the neighbor’s older brother speculated. “After all, this is just a small county fair, and a small carnival, so they can’t possibly have anything exceptional.â€
Uh-huh, I agreed, making sure the neighbor’s wife had heard it so as to get solace from it.
“You know, it’s too bad it couldn’t be that group from northeastern Oklahoma that was here on Labor Day two years ago,†the neighbor said. “They weren’t a freak show, but just primitives, but they were a freak show anyway--the world’s ugliest woman, the warped one, that sort of thing.
“Her, more of a horror show than a freak show.â€
Yeah, I said; “and hippywife Mrs. Alfred Packer and hippyhubby Wild Bill, sheer comedy.
“Don’t forget when that group from Oregon was here last year,†the younger brother of the owner of this property offered; “they weren’t really freaks, but they were odd.â€
Yeah, the adherents of the fat greasy Great and Glorious One, the Bagwam Maharishi Rawalpindi Thiruvananthapura Yogi, a motley lot, I agreed. “Out of the ordinary, but not really freaks though.â€
We reminisced for a while about Rhinestone Santa, the leader of the group, who’d looked like Father Christmas dressed as the original rhinestone cowboy, and his wife, Mrs. Claus, who’d looked like an even stouter Mrs. Alfred Packer.
“But really, again, those weren’t
bona fide freaks,†I pointed out.
“I hope one of them’s at least as good as hippyhubby Wild Bill’s younger brother, the guy with both eyes on the same size of his nose.â€
to be continued