Carny Caravan

The time is approaching. I've taken the book shelves and the coffee table to Kristy's house, and I've reclaimed my face painting gear from her storage shed. I've schlepped bags of clothing and a few household goods to Goodwill. If I haven't worn it in the last year, I won't. I've discarded old letters and faded photos (after taking a digital of the photos). Why do we feel compelled to carry around boxes of memories? Just a few more items to review, then my goods are ready to be rehoused in my new turtle shell, my mini home, my travel trailer: Big Top. Yesterday I took my truck, Carny, in for an inspection before hitting the road, only to be told I need new shocks and struts. Of course. Life rarely flows smoothly from the starting line to the finish. That's why we keep repositioning both lines​, hoping for a happy ending. I contacted the dealer who sold me the vehicle and certified that they had checked everything prior to sale, to see if they can give