Charles and I had our eyeballs glued on Joe. It was riveting...
I looked around a little longer, and finally found a tiny unadorned headstone with the words on top of it, carved out of stone, "P.T. Barnum." And on the front of it, still legibly after one hundred years, was the phrase Barnum loved, " Not my will, but thine be done."
Joe paused, took a deep breath and then he continued...
I knelt on the grave, the home of the body of Barnum, the world's most famous marketing genius, and I placed my hands on his tombstone. I suddenly felt an electric current drift into my body, a soft and subtle energy that entered my being as I knelt and held on to Barnum's marker.
It was a moment I will never forget.
Call it my imagination. Call it madness. I prefer
