Out in the middle of America one summer weekend (to be precise, at a motel at the intersection of Interstate 75 and Buttermilk Pike, in Fort Mitchell, Ky., just across the Ohio River from Cincinnati), there was a gathering of about 300 people who can talk without moving their lips (reading, that is another matter). Ventriloquists all, they brought their dummies. There were people everywhere not so much talking to other people as talking through their dummies to other people's dummies (just leave it alone, folks, and lower that eyebrow).
What it was was the Twelfth Annual Ventriloquist Convention. They hold...
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