Daily Kup (Talk about life imitating (pseudo-)art...)Saturday night I got a chance to drive my car in the Rushford (MN) Homecoming Grande Parade to represent the Winona Clown Club. The clowns needed a water car to carry bottles of water to prevent dehydration on that 90+ degree day. Candy doesn't just throw itself at children, you know!
I've always been slightly embarrassed at the overlap between the klowns that sometimes inhabit this blog and the fine work done by the volunteers who entertain the public at local parades and charitable gatherings. My in-laws are the latter. My five-year-old understands the difference; she said, "So the klowns in your blog are bad clowns like your boss?"
Today is about the good clowns.
These are the clowns who wear heavy costumes and march miles in 90 degree weather. And those who carry balloons in their pockets ready to be made into inflated friends for delighted children. And those, like the Winona Clown Club, who donate a portion of their income to charities like The Smile Train that provide surgical reconstruction for children born with facial deformities.
Some of my favorite clowns, Sparkles and Stripes (pictured with those clowns that I live with).
Every wonder what a parade looks like from the vehicle? Just like this!
My waving hand is recovering. I don't know how the Corn Queen does this every weekend.
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