From my brother, who lives in a wind-swept rural ranching and university town in central Washington state.

You should be aware that when we moved into our house in the country two and a half years ago, D. was exploring the barn when he found the (disturbing) following.

  1. A full clown suit complete with frilled collar
  2. A six-foot wooden cross with chains attatched to it
  3. A propane torch/flame thrower

I, my dear brother, shit you not! The resident before us? A retired Biology professor. Now ask your self, ‘What in God’s name went on here?’

Mexican clown photo by Frederick Dennstedt