A few months ago I received a call from an out of town attorney that came in on a referral – I love referrals. She asked if I would be available to handle a service on the Friday or Saturday to follow. When I assured her that would be no problem, she explained that she and her client had been trying to serve a man for many of months, but as a carnival worker he was difficult to catch up to. The attorney informed me that his carnival was due to be in Austin the following week, and this may be the last realistic attempt to get him served, and that there was a lot at stake in the case and we couldn’t afford to miss. I assured her I was up to the job. She was able to provide me the name of the carnival manager and a photograph, but little else. When I got to the carnival entrance that Friday, I asked for the carnival manager by name. The old man in the booth had a puzzled look on his face and paused. “Oh, you mean Boss Man.” He kind of pointed back over his shoulder with some va