A family of four circus goers pose before entering the first of the Ringling Brother's final shows.
Roland is one of the first people to greet you as you part from the droves of people in the asphalt ocean of cars.
He sells the programs for all three of today's shows.
There is no shade, it is hot, and there isn't a cloud in the sky all day. Roland has been in this industry for a long time.
"Since '73," He says.
He has charisma, is quick with jokes, and has the kind of voice you'd expect a program peddler who has been in the game forty-four years.
Not all of the circus goers are pleasant when they realize it's "cash only" and the nearest ATM is on the other side of the parking lot they just migrated across, but it doesn't phase Roland.
When asked what he'll do next, he shrugs.
"There's always something else."
"Last programs for the final show!
You can't get em' anywhere else, people."
Matt and Mike
Thomas ushers new arrivals to the proper gates to streamline the process before each show.
He has been on his feet for thirty-six hours straight and looks forward to four o'clock when he can finally rest.
A man with a vintage clown shirt waits in line for the final show.
A man runs across the parking lot to get to catch the opening act of the final show.
Ricky sells souvenir lights to the masses as they head to their seats.
Sharada Jayagopal MD
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