I was not afraid of clowns, but I didn’t find them warm and cuddly either.

Come to think of it, Claribel made me a little uncomfortable.

While working on the reduplications, I had an e-mail correspondence with Gabby.  He sent me a lot of Hully Gully photographs, and suggested that I contact a friend of his who collects Bozo stuff.

What do I know about Bozo?   I know that he was syndicated into television shows, local and national.  I don’t know that I approve of syndicating a clown.

 I also remember that on their 1972 European tour, the Grateful Dead divided into two factions, the Bozos and the Bolos.

Phil Lesh

Bob Weir

I don’t remember the metaphysical nature of the divide bewteen Bozos and Bolos, but it existed.

Back to Gabby’s friend collection.  It may lack the intensity and insanity of a Gabby collection, but it is worth a minute of your time.  I think.

I took the photos to show my friend, who appreciates a good collection as much as anyone.  He took one look, left the room, and came back in a few minutes.  He handed me two pieces of paper:

“These were mine.  I was a card-carrying member.  I have always wanted to be asked if I was now or ever had been a member of the Communist Party.  I was ready for the bastards.”

Be that as it may, what about the photos?