Charles and I had our eyeballs pasted on Joe.

It was riveting...

I looked about a little longer, and finally found a bantam plain headstone with the words on top of it, carven out of stone, "P.T. Barnum." And on the front of it, still decipherably after one hundred years, was the phrase Impresario loved, " Not my will, but thine be done."

Joe paused, took a deep breath and then he continued...

I knelt on the grave, the house of the body of Barnum, the world's most celebrated 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 control on to Barnum's marker.

It was a moment I wish ne er forget.

Call it my imagination. Call it madness. I prefer