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This week was my first at the new job.

CLICK HERE to read about my non-circus life. )


So. On to the Topic You've All Been Waiting For. By the time you're reading this, the Blue Unit has completed their final show and the Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus has ceased to exist.

Not surprisingly, there has been a lot of media interest in capturing some of the emotions surrounding this unprecidented, historic event. If you'd like to cry some more, here are the final days of the circus as covered by various outlets:

BBC
NBC
NPR

NPR "Kingdom on Wheels"
CNN
NYPost (thanks for trying to inject some humor!)
CircusTalk
NPR: All Things Considered
NPR: Morning Edition

I'm sorry for not having "insider" photos of the last days of Ringling, played out on the Blue Unit. Like many others, I watched on facebook live as the Blue Unit cast and crew took their final bows, thus ending a 146-year American icon. Being hundreds of miles away, I stopped where I was and watched until the end of the feed.





At no point in life did I ever expect that ANYTHING in this world would effect me the way that the circus has. You don't typically take a job and expect it to become a part of your heart, a part of your being, a standard for the way you live your life. But that's what happened, and that's what circus people will carry with them until the last circus on earth folds its tent. I wasn't born into it, but a part of me is and will always be "circus". And I am a better person for it.

Anyway, that's it. That's the end. I really can't find much to say. Every day, every moment in the circus was intensely real. It was life times a thousand. Everything, good and bad, seemed magnified by the history and culture of the circus. Waking up was intense because you woke up on a 1950s passenger train. Going to work was intense because you were climbing through mud and rusty nails and broken glass just to get to a normal road. Preparing for the show was intense because there would be someone juggling knives, and over there was a husband holding his wife's body twenty feet off the ground with just his teeth, and over there were the elephants rumbling to each other as they had their morning bath. And the show itself was intense, because one mistake could be the end of it all...one mistake could end a career, or a life. Circus performers did not use stage names, and there's a reason for that. It was all real.



Running away to join the circus may have been a fantasy, but it was always possible. It was always real. And tonight, that ends. There's no more magic to give, nothing left to stand between us and our final bows. Treasure your circus memories, for they are your last. And pity your children, who will never know the magic of the American three-ring circus. Maybe they can run away and join the TSA or something.

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Hi Everybody.

First off, many of you have suggested that I continue writing this blog, while others say that it's a good idea to end it here. I've decided to continue writing for those who want to follow. BUT, if you have no interest in reading further, fear not! As mentioned in a previous post, I am moving ALL of the circus-related posts to THIS WORDPRESS BLOG, and there you can read it down like a book. Please be aware that I'm going to have to transfer five years' worth of posts one by one, and this will take some time. Thank you for your patience.


This week I have gathered some additional photos and things from the final days of the Red Unit that I wanted to share with you.

This photo was taken by Amanda Stevens during the final Red Unit tiger act. Taba (tiger trainer) was holding it together pretty well until the final trick, which involved all of the tigers sitting up in a row. He lined them up for the trick, then broke down in tears. Absolutely sobbing in the middle of the arena with several thousand people looking on. His daughter was standing outside the ring, and although she wasn't facing me it was clear that she was crying hard. Thirty years. Taba has worked with these and other tigers for thirty years, and it all came to an end after this final bow. His daughter has been on the road and worked with the cats since she was a young child. I would cry too, if I were about to lose my life's work.

Eventually Taba composed himself enough to have the tigers do the trick, then sent them to their places. At that point he normally would have dismissed them, but he was still trying to stop crying. At that moment, one of the tigers got down off her pedestal, walked up to him, and nuzzled him, as though to ask, "Why are you crying?" And Taba grabbed her and squeezed her and cried into her fur.



Everyone in the arena was standing, and many people were crying. It was a heartbreaking and beautiful moment, and we should all thank Amanda for capturing it. <3

And if you find that touching, I suggest you read this interview with Taba, published on May 6th. Absolutely heartbreaking. (CLICK HERE to read)

As I mentioned in the last post, many people had not moved off the train yet by Sunday night. Most of the moving out occurred on Monday. For some people, this train has been their home for their entire lives. Ivan (clown) was born here, and had to say goodbye to the train forever. If this doesn't break your heart I don't know what will.


Circus people care deeply about their home on wheels. Nikki (train crew) even has a tattoo on her leg of her train car.


Come to think of it, many circus people have tattoos to commemorate their time on the circus. In fact, Matt "Toy Store" got this tattoo to commemorate the death of Ringling as we know it.

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The train started moving right on schedule, shortly after 8:30am. I went outside because I heard thunder and yes, it was pouring. I was still feeling miserable over Jameson and was gratified that the weather was matching my mood.

The rain was off and on throughout the run, making it difficult to be outside at times. Still, when it wasn't pouring I was outside trying to cheer up and capture some final train run memories. This will be my last "real" run...there's another one from Norfolk to Hampton that I'll be on, but it's pretty short, so for all intents and purposes this is it. I took mostly video, so that I'll have some clips to look back on and remember how it felt to ride the train.


I stayed in touch with Jameson throughout the day. He spent most of his day driving the ten hours down to Orlando. For dinner I joined Brett (bandmaster) at Pie Car for steak and eggs. This was the meal I had on my first train run ever, though I think I substituted a salad for the hash browns. I'm not sure why but steak and eggs are always on the menu during runs. I was happy to have it one last time.


Brett and I talked about various things. How we'd miss the job, how I was missing Jameson, what we'd do after the circus. Brett's looking into real estate, which is awesome; I think he'd be great at it. He's definitely got that self-starter personality. I'm rooting for things to go his way!

While we were talking and eating the train was moving. We'd keep looking out the window at the scenery. Soon it started to rain again, a big thunderstorm. We were both shocked to see a large group of people standing out in the dark, in the pouring rain and lightning, waving and taking pictures. I'm talking 20-30 people, and they weren't even trainspotters, just normal folks with their kids huddling under umbrellas. There was no visible residential area nearby, and all of their cars were parked in the dirt near the rails, there wasn't even a parking lot or anything. Plus we were nearly two hours early. How did they get there? How did they know we'd be there? How long had they been waiting in the rain? Even my boss, who's been here for 20+ years, was very surprised.

Apparently while we were at a crew change, a large group of people gathered around the train, shouting cheerful greetings and asking for autographs. Ringmaster Kristen Michelle Wilson took this awesome picture of some of the people who came to see us. Thank you for your kindness, folks. Usually when we get mobbed it's by people who hate our guts :P



During the night I could tell that we were passing through some mountains, because my ears were popping and the train was groaning on some mean curves. We had wonderful engineers for the whole trip, I thought it was a very smooth run.

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