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?