Bob Bell had trouble breathing. It was the basement. The damp. The mold. The days down there with the cash registers and barber chairs. Bob wore his dead father’s clothes. His father was Bozo the Clown. The clothes, a baggy, blue one-piece with white ruffled collar and pom-pom buttons, oversized shoes, and bright red shock-wig, were comfortable. That’s why he wore them. He didn’t paint his face except when work demanded it. He had notices thumbtacked and taped in public places. BOZO JUNIOR Son of “The World’s Most Famous Clown” No Event Too Small! 555-672-0059 The phone would ring. A … Continue reading Bozo Junior by Dan Nielsen