Last year, our family took a vacation in Nova Scotia. It was my first visit to the Maritimes. We toured a historical village, we swam in the ocean, and Le Clown touched a horse – I even saddled one… I showed these Maritimers what Le Clown was made of: pure-manly-man-testosterone-man-over-animals fibers. I made Darwin smile in his grave. I fell in love with Nova Scotia – and that’s a big deal for Le Urbanite Clown who’s been known to have a penchant for big cities like New York.
We’re heading back to Nova Scotia. My wife‘s grand-mother is ill – she’s asked to see her grandkids and great-grandkids one last time. Sadly, we might be there for a funeral.
We’re leaving for a week, to beautiful Nova Scotia. We’re coming your way, Grammie Aleah – we’ll be seeing you soon. We’ve packed our smiles and foolishness. We love you.
I will not be updating A Clown on Fire for the next week. However, if you miss me, Madame Weebles has agreed to entertain you. How lucky are you? Have a great week, my very loyal Carnies, you will be missed. And off with my family I go…