It seems like there are entire stores devoted to everything I wish I could do. Some examples of stores I've paused in front of, and gazed at in silent envy:
1. Knitting
2. Guitar-strumming
3. Scrapbooking
4. Plumbing
5. Pet ownership

But I still haven't taken the plunge and bought those needles, laid out those photos on decorative cardstock, or adopted that Saint Bernard.

I've always blamed my busy schedule, nice apartment or Hanson-like singing voice on why I've waited on all of the above, but now I know the real reason. The stores just didn't sound "circusy" enough:

With their "Tremendous Selection" I'm sure to find one new hobby instrument in "Hundreds of new & rebuilt accordions all at discount prices." (If anyone in South Amboy is reading my website, please notify A-O-R that I'm out here, and that I'm ready to strap up and start pounding the ivory.

Let this be a warning to those Hobby Huts and Knit-Wits (I made that up just now), add a pinch of Barnum and a dash of Bailey, and people will come.