It was always the same in every little town and hamlet that the carnival stopped in. Walt would try and hook up with some of the local talent for the four or five days they were in town. To a homey, the life of a carny roustabout seemed like a glamorous way to live. "Some glamor," thought Walt, "dusty dirty jobs setting up and tearing down the rides and exhibits that constituted the Kingston Karnival, and Eddie Kingston made sure that you earned every dime of the crummy pay that he forked over on every Friday. In between set up and tear down, Walt would handle any number of odd jobs around the midway. If he wasn't running one of the many rides for the youngsters, he was operating a game stand, you know, the kind that for a buck you have to knock down the three milk bottles with two throws, or maybe shoot a moving target with a gun with bad sights, where ever he was needed, that's where you'd find him.
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