Feb 19, 1962 – 4pm
I am five years old – it’s my birthday – the clown just left towing his carousel trailer behind a battered old – mmmm – I did not notice the make of the – I could be wrong, but it might have been an old Chevy or a Pontiac maybe – I am 5 after all, what do I know about cars?
For sure, it was an old car towing a carousel on the back of a trailer and the driver was a clown – not a real clown but a man dressed up like a clown – I thought he was a real clown, but my Mom said he was a man dressed up like a clown – what do you think – I mean I am struggling to understand the difference between a man dressed up like a clown and a real clown.
If he wasn’t a real clown then I don’t know any more what a real clown is, and that is kinda scary – when you get right down and think about it, what is anything…?
Almost out of my view and trailing some smoke, I saw a cop pull in behind the questionable clown – this cop stopped the what ever he was – a man dressed like a clown or a real life clown – because he didn’t have reregistration tag’s on his trailer and that apparently is a Bozo no-no, even for a clown.
I wish I could tell you more about my 5th birthday party but I can’t. I do know one thing tho, my father got drunk and acted kinda funny, but there was nothing remarkable about that cuz he did that everyday, I mean didn’t your dad…?