Being the family genealogist has its perks. My great Aunt Margie, who carried the mantle before me for most of her 98 years, knew just about everything that was worth knowing about her relations - the living and the dead - and was usually the first to pass along to the rest of the clan the latest accomplishments and minor embarrassments of distant cousins and various in-laws. I can only imagine what she would have done with the Internet. Quite likely what I have just done, locating a 2nd cousin who I haven't seen since Margie's 75th birthday more than a quarter century ago.
No, this isn't Tigerhawk, though I'll wager he will think this is very cool, nor yet his brother the Charlottesvillain. It is, in fact, the Fluid Druid. His mother did mention to me at Uncle Dayt's memorial service that one of her twin sons was traveling Europe with a circus, and it turns out to be Dimitri: following in the footsteps, if he but knew it, of our gr-gr-gr-gr-great Uncle Ira Olmsted, who managed a circus in the 1830s.
He is a master contact juggler. Follow the shows link to find the Fluid Druid, or watch the video. He's the grinning one with the crystal balls and also twirling fire.
The coolest thing I can do with fire involves a drip torch, a burn prescription and a bunch of other guys in yellow Nomex shirts, and none of us ever were even remotely in as good shape as cousin Dimitri. I'd know that Ogden smile, though, anywhere. Proud to call him one of ours.
MORE! Look what Janice Brown of Cow Hampshire found! Go, Fluid Druid, Go!