The Venice Boardwalk has a freakshow again!

I mean, of course, it's been a freakshow for a long time, but it's been many a decade since it's had a freakshow. Well worth the $3 admission to duck in, check out the exhibits (shrunken heads, a chupacabra, two-headed raccoon, some sea monsters, one of which looked very much like the alien the Russian fishermen ate [pic below]), and chat with the proprietor. She said they're hoping to get a bigger space in which to feature some live performers, but I actually prefer my gaffs and curiosities locked up securely in glass cases, thank you.

I tried to sell them my dad, but no takers. So instead we kept walking the Boardwalk with my parents. Nice time. Mom seemed healthier than she's been in a long time. Dad bought three baseball caps for $9.95. He almost picked one with a cannabis leaf, which would have been awesome, but then he went in a different direction and I was spared the shame of being caught getting a cheap laugh at my visually impaired father's expense.

I think my next novel project is going to be my weird beach YA, and visiting a seaside freakshow just amped up my enthusiasm for it even more.



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megmccarron had recommended Venice Grind as a comfortable Westside coffee joint with free WiFi where one might get some writing done. Worked out nicely.