This Ishkabibble is made of a tawdry old lace washed in a patina tainted with decadent dreams of trodden down foot lights, memories of imaginations, of better days . . .
hobbling up and down the ruts of way off Broadway . . .
a traveling Burlesque/circus troupe squeaking to a stop . . .
a sideshow beside the road side with one eye on l...