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 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?