I think some small part of me has always wanted to run away and join the circus. It’s my great sorrow that I found out just recently that such a thing is not only still possible, but a helluva lot of fun. I know because I started a circus adventure a couple years ago, which was too late for me to be the next star of Cirque du Soleil, but still plenty of time to get a ripped upper body and rip the skin off numerous contact points. The chain reaction that ended with me dangling from the ceiling of a renovated warehouse began, as did most good things in my life, with improv. I was playing on an... Read More