September 6, 2012
By Mickey Friedman
I’ve been sleeping a lot more easily these days. Ever since Lenox banned street performers.
I’ve never met Ms. Hagenah, the “living statue” who asked for a permit to statue on the sidewalk. And generally speaking I’m in favor of self-expression. But as Selectman David Roche suggested, this is a slippery slope. You let Ms. Hagenah be a “robot” for tips, and the next thing you know you’re invaded by a small army of mimes.
Some people like mimes. Not me. I think they’re sneaky. And presumptuous. Do you have any idea what a mime is really thinking? I don’t. One minute I’m walking down the street minding my own business, the next minute I’ve got to deal with a white-faced clown struggling to get out of an imaginary box.
It’s embarrassing. You can’t really help them. Because it’s an imaginary box of their own making. And you can’t gracefully elbow a mime out of the way because there are always other people watching. And mimes can always sense weakness. They not going to make it easy for you. A good mime can pretty much guess if you’re going to step to your right or try to go left. Whatever you do, the mime’s in front of you. It’s not fair.
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