Retraction alert.

Retraction alert. I made a mistake yesterday. Hi Gang, it's yer old pal Dingo the clown. We often are compelled to do the same material over and over because we know it's safe. 

New stuff is hit or miss and can come with some mistakes. 

We won't get to stay the People's clowns very long if we make a lot of mistakes. 

Yesterday we were doing a wonderful tea party to a packed Know Thy Food cafe. 

Olive and I were involved with some goofy banter where we were telling jokes. She did her three jokes and then it was my turn to close the deal. 

The plan was for me to go with a non-sequitur. Knock Knock, who's there? Banana. That's it. 

My daughter made that up when she was three and it was a riot to her. In the lead up to the joke, my mischievous brain was coming up with lines I definitely should NOT say. "banana hammock" came to mind. 

Then it was my turn. All was going well until the punchline part. Knock Knock, who's there? Banana, Banana who? ...and I stupidly pronounce "Banana hammock!" 

As that rediculous phrase was falling out of my face, it spilled out in slow motion. I had plenty of time to wonder how this unfortunate moment came to pass. 

"Banana hammock" went blissfully over the heads of the shorty's and many parents were looking at me like Olive was...with some curiosity and concern. 

They quickly seemed to forgive me and we moved on with the show. I'm sorry I said "banana hammock" Yall. 

We are going back to the same place today (Know Thy Food cafe) for our weekly 10:30 storytime show.

 I promise to keep my language on task and out of any innuendo that is too obvious. Thank you Portland for being so forgiving. ~Dingo

 — at Know Thy Food Cooperative.

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The other day we were riding late at night and noticed traffic on the freeway backed up to a stop.

Olive tried waving at drivers to dissuade them from going on the blocked freeway but she just looked like a crazy clown.

We decided to find out what the snag was (because we are nosy and wanted a useless mission to accomplish).
We went to several bridges and couldn't find what was up. Then we found it. A few vehicles crashed. The collision threw a few cars over the cement divider and into the opposite lane. It was gnarly.
As we stood there watching (an admiring) the city trucks dealing with the situation, others joined us from the shadows.

A couple of porcupines (Punk rock tagger kids) and a couple of nurses from the nearby hospital. It looked funny. Nurses, clowns and punks in the dark watching the automotive version of a train wreck.
It was a trip seeing the damage on top of the barrier. Someone did a rail slide with a car.
Another night in the life of Portland clowns. :)

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