“She Took Time to Hear My Story”

In the Monday morning post-Tulip Festival stupor that afflicts so many of us Orange Citians, I came upon one of the carnival workers I met last week.  Somewhere between a now-silent Pirate Ship and the Super Slide, he grabbed me.  His face creased, his jaw broad, his hands thick, but his eyes tender and ready [...]

A Man Named Dean

“I don’t allow cussin’.  Tell ‘em if they do it again, they owe Grams $5.  If they do it again after that, they’re fired.  I don’t allow cussin’ ’round here.”  That’s what Dean said to one of his long-time employees.  Dean owns the convoy of carnival rides that annually make their way to Orange City’s [...]