Carnival in Hyannis Mid Week
Bobby decided to sleep in late today. It was hot and muggy outside his tent and only slightly less hot inside. By the time Bobby got up and headed for a cool drink at the grease pit, he noticed almost everyone was gone. The midway was like a ghost town. Most of the ride boys and the concessionaires had errands of some sort and had left for the day. Wednesdays were usually the quietest day of the week; even the nights were slow. Most working people got paid on Thursdays or Fridays and the crowds in the midway tended to prove that. It looked like it was going to be a hot, sticky and boring day. Slogging back to his tent with an ice-cold Pepsi, Bobby looked up and noticed a familiar face at the …