Here's the guy who taught me how to juggle back in 1985 or so. His name was David Stemmerman. Real nice guy. He truly wanted to make it juggling -- that is, be able to make a living doing it. His life was juggling. When I knew him, he lived in a closet in a basement on east campus -- he was renting it for $30 a month. His bed (a matress set on a box spring, probably a twin bed) fit tightly between the walls to the back of the "room". He had a trunk and a lamp, and I think a phone -- although I think it only worked when he could afford it. He shared a kitchen with several other people there, and a bathroom as well. Talk about your starving artist.
Wonder what ever happened to Dave?
Well, Dave, if you're out there, I never got past three objects, but three has been satisfying. Thank you, Dave.