i bought a brand new pair of walking shoes intended to cushion the impact of my footsteps as I come and as I go. But the shoelaces are this bright red that reminds me of Bozo the Clown. Bozo always kind of scared me, but now at least I know what it must feel like to be in his shoes (ugh!! did I actually just say that?). I think he was rather frightened, too.
I have either a false or repressed memory of being on the Bozo show when I was 6 or 7, playing the toss the ball in 5 buckets game. I’m not sure if this memory belongs to me or to someone else. It might have been Janie, my next door neighbor girlfriend, instead.
Janie, where are you?
The Lost Pedestrian 