Phil said: January 2, 2010 11:44 am PST
Great website. Thanks! I worked as a "packer" over a holiday season, and then I helped John Sr. in the shop until getting back on my feet.. The Dispensaâ??s often took care of people â??down on their luckâ?. I was out of college, had left my first two jobs prematurely, and needed work experience. While bagging toys one day, I saw an old carnie come through the door. John Sr. recognized him, shook hands, and then personally â??pricedâ? the items in his cart. John Sr. never accepted tips for carrying items out to a car â?? something I never did either. I guess it was my way of giving back for the Dispensaâ??s kindness in taking me in. I heard a lot of carnie stories and learned that the Dispensaâ??s where welcome in every town because of their fairness and honesty. Having learned the language, I can now talk to carnies about heads, sweeps, centrics, and sceneries. Emil told me when I started that I wouldnâ??t be a â??realâ?? carnie until I came home with horseshoes on my shirt â?? nor would he tell me what that meant. Then a week before I was offered my dream job in the aerospace industry I walked into the lunchroom where Emil took one look said I was now a full fledged carnie. My shirt was covered with horseshoe grease stains. (I wonâ??t reveal how I got them). So although I didnâ??t travel with the Dispensaâ??s, nor work in the park when it was open, I feel as if I earned a place among them. In a short 6 months I got a lifetime of education. And although I always felt I would have been more suited to working in the office (and would have loved learning the business side), I was a sponge soaking up everything I could. Now in addition to my regular job I am an author and lecturer in logistics and supply chain management. But I am forever humbled, having worn the red & white stripes of the Dispensaâ??s uniform.