Of circuses and of unforgettable experiences

Let me start with something from our growing up years. Robert Frost.The woods are lovely, dark and deep /But I have promises to keep /And miles to go before I sleep…I went to a school where emphasis on diction, posture and recitation defined poetry. It deserved its indulgence. ‘Cup one hand in another and transport the class to the realm of the deep dark woods’. It was nice.