Elephants and monkeys and shit. These girls rode 'em around the ring, let the monkeys climb on their shoulders, that kinda stuff. And hyenas and tigers and lions, you know? All'a that. [He shrugs again, a rare kind of thoughtfulnes in his tone. Gene's right, it really isn't often he talks about anything personal like this. Maybe more surprising, he glances up, gaze skimming dreamily along the edges of the roofs, and he offers more without thinking about it.] My old man took me when I was real little. They had these bears that did tricks and danced to music.

[There's a beat or two of silence, then he seems to shake it off a little, come back to himself.]

Long time ago now.