Bagged—3 (stasis)

. . . continued from Bagged—2 (buckle up) . . .

. . . recent developments from 1999 . . .

	It was about this time of year. I had an easy eleven days open for meandering the twenty-eight hundred miles from AB to AL.

The odometer crossed 127,000 at the Canadian border. Fourteen hundred later, I was cruising the WI Dells in a light snow. The Circus World Museum parking lot was plowed & empty. 

A groundskeeper said the outdoor exhibits were closed for the winter, but they’d let me wander around alone in a warehouse, where the artifacts were stored:

	I was in storage myself, stateless . . . 

	between contracts . . .

	in unfinished ink . . .

	absorbing the blows of fair-weather offers . . .

	& entertaining even the least advisable . . .

	in the spirit of trust . . .

	& the art of suspended belief, again . . .

	faced with the usual revelations.

. . . continue reading with Bagged—4 (fugitive craft & racket) . . .