The venerable trade of carnival carousel operator has pretty much gone the way of the pager repairman, its practitioners replaced by cheerful teens who need only know how to cue up a Raffi CD. (I hate to sound snarky, but my ego hasn't been the same since I was tossed from Carny College for refusing to fool around with my half-sister at Moonshine-Making Lab.) But in Rodgers... More >>>
By Eric Melzer
I got all ten fingers and at least seven toes. What more could a girlie want in a carny?