Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Just a few minutes ago I was driving down Dobson Road in Mesa and had to stop for the train. Like every other adult in America, I instantly began counting cars. I lost track at twelve. It was making me car sick. Plus, I couldn't keep track because I was too distracted. The minute the engine was past, my heart did a little skip. It was the Circus Train!!! I read the Ringling Brothers - Barnum & Bailey Circus logo on the side of the cars and could barely keep counting because, against all reason, I had to start looking for animals. I was craning my neck to see an elephant trunk hanging out of a side window, or a giraffe neck sticking up somewhere down the line. Then as the passenger cars started flying past, I couldn't keep myself from looking in the windows to catch a glimpse of a pink tutu, some acrobat stretching, or maybe a bit of red on the ringmasters coat. I know I wasn't the only one transported back to childhood fantasies by the sight of the circus train. The woman in the car next to me was repeatedly poking her window and gesturing excitedly while talking a mile a minute to the passenger in her car.