Stop Giggling

Abstract

It was finally Contracts in Indianapolis, where a few of us were summoned to Market Square Arena one morning. Every stand for months had spawned rumors that the next stand would be Contracts. It had seemed legit in Sioux Falls when Steve scribbled reports on us. Then Detroit was definitely contracts, especially once Irvin showed up. But that was only a visit, punctuated by a publicity shot of him surrounded by clowns. I wished I had shoved into the shot but I was content just out of the picture a couple feet away holding the baby of a visiting ex-showgirl.

We are still being born, and have as yet but a dim vision.

Henry David Thoreau, A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers